Weary

Ya’ll, I am weary of being without my husband.

 

In other news, as soon as my Israeli boss goes back to Israel and I have three minutes to myself here, I am going to start a new sequence, inspired by Bossy (on the blogroll, too lazy to link to her).  I don’t have cool pictures like her, or nearly as many cool stories, but I do think it could be kind of a fun thing to explore.  Family history is what I’m talkin’ bout, folks, family history.

 

Also forthcoming is a newsletter to Jack, to whose active self I have a lot to say.  More whining about being alone.  Maybe daydreaming about an imaginary weekend getaway that I wish we could afford to do before the kid comes.  I’ve been reading Tropical Janey (also in the roll), a funtastic female who lives on St. Thomas during the blah days of the North American winter, and she’s got me hankering for our honeymoon days.  I also got an email from the hotel where we had our wedding rehearsal dinner, inviting us for a romantic Valentine’s Day weekend with bubble bath and champagne and a three course meal.  Except for the year we got engaged, we’ve never really "done" Valentines Day – usually we cook a nice meal at home and I light candles or something.  But this year we won’t even be together on Valentine’s Day, and that plus the tough work week plus the crappy winter weather really put me in a slump this afternoon.  I really want to be elsewhere right now.  Christmas break was wonderful, and long, and fun, but I’m feeling like something tropical and vacation-like.  Something warm and cozy.  Something for just my hubby and me.  There’s no time between now and the baby, and no way we could swing it if there were time – I can barely afford to buy meat at the grocery anymore, let alone pay for some hotel.  But a girl can dream.  And god knows, we’ve got two pairs of eager grandparents and some equally eager aunts who I know will take the little punkin’ off our hands when we do have a chance to take a weekend away.

 

We’re halfway through the first of four long separations for the year.  That makes us, er, one eighth of the way through?  From here, from the exhausted back end of my difficult work week, it feels like 2008 is going to be a long hard slog.  At least we’ll have the exciting new adventure of being parents to keep us occupied.  I need to remember that – 2008 is going to be rough for us, but it is also the year we have our baby.  We may not have money, we may not have each other for a large part of it, but we will have a new member of the family to enjoy.  And he will come in the spring, when my spirits are lifted by the beauty of a greening world.