Time apart = fondness of the heart

Jon has been away since last week.  He went to CT to spend time with his family, and to take part in his first 21km half-marathon, which he completely ROCKED AT.  We spent the weekend apart from each other, and it was nothing short of weird.  The cats were distraught, looking for him all over the house and shouting contempt at me for his absence.  I was met with foul stares and high-pitched yeowls whenever I tried to comfort Elvis, my step-cat who hates me because I am not his original mother (Jon’s ex).  Pixel was okay, he loves me always and the only time he really seemed distressed was when I walked right on past him while he was standing in Jon’s bedside draw looking for catnip.

Aside from watching a million episodes of series*, doing yoga at my leisure, spending time with my family and scrubbing down the shower**, I was quite out of sorts.  It felt like my left hip had gone missing.  Don’t get me wrong, I know time apart from your partner is healthy, but nobody ever told me it would eventually become foreign and odd, feeling-wise…

I’ve never felt that before, is it abnormal?  Have I become a stage 5 clinger?

 

* Speaking of series, OMG!!!!*** This season of Grey’s Anatomy!!!! Sob!!!!
** The shower has soap scum stains, because Thembi never cleans it.  So I lost it this weekend and cleaned that shower with a scrubbing brush, jik and Mr Muscle Shower Shine.  It’s still got loads of improvement to do, but it’s looking better.
*** Yes, this many exclamation marks are totally necessary.

5 comments

  1. Ankia says:

    I also hate it when hubby goes away & I don’t even care if I get labelled for it. They should be *here*, at our beck & call. Always! 😉

  2. MeeA says:

    LOL!

    I remember the first time David and the kids went away without me. I thought I’d have a blast but it sucked. I couldn’t eat – who the fuck wants to cook for one? I couldn’t sleepl. I dreaded going home after work. It’s totally normal to feel weird.

  3. MeeA says:

    LOL!

    I remember the first time David and the kids went away without me. I thought I’d have a blast but it sucked. I couldn’t eat – who the fuck wants to cook for one? I couldn’t sleep. I dreaded going home after work. It’s totally normal to feel weird.

  4. Angel says:

    The longest my Glugs and I have been apart was a week, when he went on a hunting trip earlier this year, and it was SO weird!
    I had a big empty bed and only two of us to cook for instead of three and I wasn’t making work sarnies or driving him to and from the station for work.
    I missed him something AWful!

  5. Cath says:

    The shower thing. I think we’ve swapped personalities. Remember me and a toothbrush on a Sunday morning, scrubbing that thing? Um. Ja. I haven’t done that in years. Just saying.

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