It’s been two months since my husband stepped off that bus. I’m ready for him to go back to working a full day. I spent six and a half months pining after this man. Now after eight weeks, I can’t wait to get rid of him again!
Why is it we miss them when they’re gone, but all it takes is the pressing of that power button on the Playstation for us to become annoyed again? There are some days when I want to throw another hairbrush at the television. (That’s another long story.)
In all honesty, my husband does ask first when he wants to play Call of Duty. And, yes, I tell him that it’s okay. But that’s only because he’s been around the house day in and day out for weeks now, and I don’t know what else to do with the man!
The “Honeymoon Phase” did not happen for us until after he returned from a visit back to our home state. When he first returned from overseas, our alone time was cut short by the fact that we have young children, and dogs, and I have a job as a babysitter. So, as I was running nonstop, wiping noses and behinds, my husband was playing video games, smoking, and playing with the dogs. Not to mention napping on the couch in the middle of the day. Yes, I did start to resent him.
He went back to Iowa for a week, to visit family and get away from the Marine Corps for awhile. I suddenly wanted him back again. Ah, how distance makes our hearts grow fonder. Late night phone calls, flirty text messages, he even had flowers delivered. Who was this new husband of mine?
He returned to North Carolina, the flirting (and such) continued, and then his leave was over. Something about clocking in from 0730-0930 (tough, tough schedule those first few weeks back) made him restless. He has rearranged the living room with me. We’ve bought new furniture. My husband even became so bored as to sand and repaint a couple end tables for me.
Now what? He’s reached Prestige three times. He shuts off the Playstation, because he gets “sick of playing.” I don’t have any more Kilz for him to repaint more furniture. I’ve even got him unloading the dishwasher, but there’s not enough room for both of us in my kitchen. Someone take my husband, please!
But don’t forget to return him, because I will miss him. Then, you can take him again.