Things that Kept Me Sane

I really admire military wives. I mean, Handsome and I are spending only two weeks apart. And I just cannot imagine the amount of trust and detatchment and courage it would take to spend your nights alone for months or years while your husband or wife are in a place you cannot go and they could possibly lose their life in. Now, don't get me wrong. I cannot even come close to comparing my term to those men and women. But this stuff is hard... I am CLEARLY not cut out to be a military wife.

"Long distance is the wrong distance, Sue." - Liz Lemon, 30 Rock.

I'm not sure if I'll ever know if Handsome enjoyed this, but one thing I did while he was gone was email him. Every single night before bed, I sent him an email about my day and tried to include pictures of everything. Which consequently resulted in me taking pictures of things... I probably wouldn't capture otherwise. Like this, for example: 

Why? No one knows. Weird? Yes.

Bunny Story (my version of Side Story and Rabbit Trail): When Handsome first moved in, he made this hilariously large deal over this silly body pillow he has... and loves. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted him to snuggle up to me in bed or maybe it was that I already barely get enough room to sleep in our King sized bed or maybe it was that I just watched a 30 Rock where James Franco had a "real" relationship with a body pillow.... In either case, I really didn't want his dumb body pillow in my bed. -I promise, this story will really tie back into my original post- He kept asking me to remind him to grab the body pillow every time we went to his Grandparents' house.... And I would always *accidentally* forget to remind him. Well, once he actually moved in, there was no avoiding this body pillow. Turns out, him sleeping with it would actually keep him on his side of the bed! And I would actually get some sleep!
About when Handsome was leaving for Dubai he asks sarcastically, "You think you'll sleep with the body pillow?" Of course not! The body pillow conversation was pretty much an all the time deal.
In my first email to Handsome on the first night he was gone the following was included: "I miss and love you babe. PS. Yes, I will probably sleep with the body pillow tonight. No, I probably won't admit it to you tomorrow."

Emails. Emails really kept me sane. It certainly helped me feel like I wasn't missing anything in telling him what was going on with me.

Plans. I constantly was making plans for what I'd do for him when he came home. :) I made brownies, and had muffin batter ready for when he came home. I cleaned his truck and washed everything in his gym bag.

Cleaning. I got all of my odd jobs done around the house.

Girlfriends. I spent sometime with my yoga bff, Mona.

Yoga. Yoga and the gym really. I kept VERY busy working on my body and my endurance. I can't wait to get back to a regular yoga/gym schedule, however.


Anticipation. Yeah, it was easy to miss him. :)

Sushi date after he came home.

Handsome Left on An Airbus

That's right. That's what I was singing on my way home from taking handsome to the airport... "Handsome lefffffft on an Airbus, except he'll be back November 13thhhhhhhh"

We were trying to figure out how his work Blackberry works... We're both iPhone users. Our coffee tasted like cardboard..

Getting on his first International Flight. Yes, I'm jealous he's going without me.

And so I went home, just to grab my gym bag and I saw this:

This is so annoying but so cute at the same time. I'm almost tempted to leave the sock there so I remember that I do have him coming back to me. Nahhh... I'll just have the house spick and span before he comes home! :)

Handsome moves in to my apartment

That was it, but the 4 months we spent talking about living together felt so far away. Truthfully it felt like it would never happen. He kept saying it would but I am one of those people that you have to really prove your words to.


My closet is so.. FULL!

Circumstances: So, he's gotta get his stuff out of his house by November 10th. Problem is, he may be sent overseas by his job as a welder to Dubai. He has to do this for approximately 3x a year for about 3 weeks. He received his passport today in the post which means he could be gone any day. Consequently, that means he needs to get moved as soon as humanly possible. We oddly woke up at 630. He thought it was lame but me, oh man, I love it. I love having a regular schedule regarding everything. No joke. I like doing my chores the same day every week. I am the kind of person who can eat the same thing over and over, my life thrives in the continuum. Honestly, I sleep better, I lose weight, I eat better when I do the same things. Beauty in the lame. lol At any rate, we were home and done and organizing (and me doing laundry) AND took boxes down to my storage by 10am!



Anyway, so I spent my last night without him (well, really his things and him calling my place home)... I cleaned ALL NIGHT, watched Glee, did ALL my chores, fixed things I've been meaning to fix, organize all the things in the wrong place, made my house beautiful after Handsome moved all of his things in, made a cocktail, drew a bath, had a sandwich and...

laid in bed slightly buzzed. :)

It was a beautiful night.

I felt so... domestic. And useful. And very womanly. Most people see chores as... just that. Chores. I see all my chores as my opportunity to do something nice for my man. Clean so we can really relax and spend the maximum amount of time together. It is so delicious to do all the things you have to do, so you can truly calm your mind and your heart and enjoy the time you do have together.

It may not be easy without him. And I know I am going to miss him. But I am also going to be able to love the safety within the rhythm of life. Well, my life. Not crazy. I have to admit that I do love the mediocrity sometimes. It is almost more challenging to be happy with the mundane. Just sayin.