daddy?

we picked up daddy's car today. bubsy wondered why it was that we weren't picking up daddy, too. to which i responded "well, because he will be gone for threeee months, bubsy".
"oh, okay" he says. and leaves it at that.

i wish i were that simple. oh, okay. simple. i am depressed over him being gone. so much so that the laundry is sitting on the couch, waiting to be folded. i have yet to make my bed because i am a horrible night owl after he leaves that by the time i make it to bed, i really just want to fall in. not make it. the dishes pile, and get loaded, pile and get loaded. urgh. and grocery shopping almost made me laugh. no snacks, soda, goodies or quick fixes. funny how you find out who eats what in your house when you don't have to shop for them anymore.

all this and i 've done this before. its not like i'm a newbie. i mean, i barely even saw michael our first year of marriage he was gone so much. so why is it so hard? i should be well trained and smoothly executing these deployments by now. i guess things like this never get "easy" when you love the one leaving. they just get bearable. in the sense that you trudge through the days waiting for that moment of pure bliss that sounds "we're in port". yay! i can't wait for that day.

until then i'll just deal. i may be depressed, but i'll deal. this feeling fades about two weeks in... hallelujah.