Blah. That is how I feel. Blah. I started getting depressed Sunday morning. Just before my husband left for Toronto for work. He's only gone until Thursday, but that is simply too long for me.
I know I sound like a suck. So many women have had their husbands go off to war. Gone for months at a time. And here I am crying into my computer because my husband is gone for four and a half days. This is why I never wanted to marry someone in the Army, et cetera. I knew there was no way I could handle the time they would need to take away from me to serve our country. I hate being a single mom of four. It is exhausting. Not to mention that I am having a bugger of a time sleeping at night without my husband home. I'm just wallowing in this great depression that I can't seem to shake. I know once he returns I'll immediately feel better. Logic tells me I'm fine and he's coming home. My heart tells me it is breaking without him here even if it's only a four day stint.
No, my life doesn't revolve around my husband. But I do love him, and he brings a lot to my life that I would not have without him. This only serves me to love him more, and greatly dislike being away from him for even four days.