I hate being stereotyped, but I have to admit Mark and I can be such Newlyweds.
“Hey, Sweetie, Ben wants to go hiking next month, what do you think about that?”
“That’d be great! I’m sure you guys will have a great time, and at the same time I sure am gonna miss you!”
A month away. And I’m talking about missing him. On a weekend long camping trip. That’s 2 measly days, People.
“Aw, I’m gonna miss you, too, Sweetie. Thanks for being such an awesome wife. I sure am a lucky guy.”
Ok. Maybe I took a little creative license with the ‘I sure am a lucky guy’ part because, well, it’s my blog. And I can do that. But still, you get the point. Sickeningly sweet stuff going on here.
The Friday that he left, he called me at work…
“Oh, Sweetie! I’m going to leave before you get home! I didn’t realize this morning would be the last time I saw you for the weekend! Oh no!”
“It’s ok, Mark. We’ll just have to do phone hugs. We’ll get through it.”
Did you just throw up, too? Yeah.
I came home that afternoon to a completely spotless house. Bed was made. Dishes were done. Clothes washed… and folded.
And a Hallmark card sitting on the steps. Next to a candy bar.
The card thanked me for being a wonderful wife and best friend.
This is getting to be a pretty long post. You may not remember, but the man would be gone for 2 days. Two. 2 simple, relatively short days. And I had a weekend full of visiting friends and family, so I was hardly planning to sit around waiting for his return.
“Aw, this is soooo sweet! Omi, your step-dad is awesome, isn’t he? I miss him so much already!”
And when he got home?
There was a bag of chocolate covered espresso beans that he loves so much waiting for him. And a note. From his wife. Letting him know that she missed him oh so much.
As much as I love the mushy gushy love fest that this place is at times, I think I’m ready for a good healthy fight. With lots of name-calling.