Slow Week.

How is it only Wednesday?!?

I miss my husband. He’s out of town on his first business trip for his first professional-level, requires-a-bachelor’s-degree, job. I couldn’t be more proud of him.

At first I enjoyed the quiet. I don’t think it makes me a bad wife to admit that. It had been a LONG time since I had the house to myself. It’s nice to leave the house in a clean state and come back to it 9 hours later, to find it exactly as I left it.

However, I’m lonely. The days are dragging. Last night I put the Toddler to bed at 7:15 and I put myself to bed right afterwards. In three short days I have become even more old lady-like than I was to begin with. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I realized that without my husband home, I have no one to look decent for. I had globs of Clearasill on my face. My hair was a wreck.

I had on a crazy ensemble that I shall henceforth call “Bag Lady Comfort.” It involved purple, fluffy socks that have lost their elasticity and settle around my ankles. Paired with slippers. Slippers that have sheep on them.

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