Waiting for the husband to come home is as useless as "watching the pot" that never boils. Yes, you know its going to happen eventually, but dammit, it takes forever. Its amazing the closer it gets, the harder the wait becomes. Its become so routine now, that usually when he leaves I am fine. I "spring" into my routine of being alone, but as the time gets closer when he is coming home. You start to lose the rhythm.
I need to find my rhythm again. But today should be fun...and hopefully that will be a good distraction.
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