Monday, September 29, 2008

All on my own

My husband is out of town for the week at a work conference. He’s the cook in the family. And I ran out of cereal yesterday morning. I’m about to enter a full-on state of panic.

It’s sort of funny what happens to me when hubby’s not around. I mean, I consider myself an independent woman. And we can be apart from each other and not whine and moan about it like one of those annoying couples that has become one entity. Yet, I slightly fall apart when he goes away. I have issues falling asleep without him next to me (what can I say, I’m used to my hot water bottle). I suddenly find my little house scary at night time. And, if he’s gone too long, I border on malnutrition. (There will be no food whatsoever being prepared that could be considered a traditional meal. At all.)

All joking aside, I really miss my pookie when he’s gone. So, thankfully, he’s only gone until the end of the week. When he gets back, I’ll be ready with a big hug.

And an empty stomach.

1 comment:

  1. I have taught you well little grasshopper... thank goodness you married a cook too!