My husband will be home in about a month's time. This past week has been harder for me to get through with anxiety and nerves than spending the holiday's without him.
For starters, I'm a young, healthy, adult and my romantic life has been dead for 7 months. I am very anxious to restart it again. :)
Two weeks post his return we'll be heading home to the Midwest for a week-long visit. I'm filled with anxiety and nerves over that, too. I cannot wait to see my friends, get some rest away from work, and get out of the crazy city. I can wait to see my mother, who insists on making everything about her. It doesn't help the latter that I'll also be coming in the week of her birthday and Mother's day. My husband has a mother, too, but my own will expect me to spend mother's day with her. She's very high maintenance and it doesn't suit well with this low maintenance girl.
It's an impatient feeling that I cannot shake. I haven't slept well in months, and the impatience mixed with the excitement of what's to come is making it worse. I didn't think it played a big roll, but I've considered all other alternatives and determined it has to be it.
I'm happy that I don't have children right now, though. My patience is thin. I cannot imagine how easy this last month would be if I incorporated a needing child into the mix, too. On the other hand, they would have more things to keep themselves busy with so maybe it's a blessing and a curse. My neighborhood has stroller walks and quite a few playgrounds. Taking the kids for walks or out to play, taking them to various appointments, cleaning up after them- yeah, maybe they are the ones who have it easier.
I can only clean my house so many times before it's just silly to continue. I can only read books for so long before my eyes start to hurt. And, at work, I have too much free time for thinking. It's going to be a long month.
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