As you know, my husband is off having fun in Las Vegas. Meanwhile, I am stuck here with my whiney, though winsome, son, and several paint cans.
Whenever L is away I get a little freaky. I stay up all night doing things like cleaning my windows, dusting the baseboards, rearranging cabinets, or redesigning our entire filing system. You know, things I couldn't possibly do during the daylight hours... Oh, and I also plan out what I would do if, God forbid, L was killed in a tragic casino collapse or a plane crash on the way home. To those of you who think is strangely morbid or downright weird, well, you should meet my mother. I come by it honestly.
I'm not sure why I get so strange when left alone. Even before we had the hatchling, I was like this. I mean, I lived alone as a single person without these strange characteristics. They just appeared after marriage. I assume I probably need therapy. I wonder if there is name for this condition? Maybe it's a really rare, previously undiagnosed condition and Jason over at The Reign of Ellen
can name it and get rich off of my misfortune. I would like that. Anna's awfully cute and I'm sure she could use a big fat college fund. Isn't it funny how I talk about these people like we hang out. Yep, never met them. Perhaps over- friendliness is also a sign of this new condition I'm creating. What other symptoms can we think of?
So I was wondering, what do you guys do when your spouse is away? Don't be shy! Make me feel better!