Night call blows.

I don't like it when my hubby is on overnight call.  It's an in-house call meaning he has to be in the hospital for the entire time he is on call.  The first few nights solo in our new neighborhood freaked me out, but now I am totally fine with it.  We have alarm system on the house which gives me total peace of mind when I am here alone. 

It hits me the moment the garage door opens.  I realize my car will be the only one in the garage tonight and feel a little sad.  Although I feel safe in our home, I'm lonely.  The house is so big without him here, so quiet, so empty. 

At first I'm lonely, then a couple of weeks in I get adjusted and start enjoying the independence.  By the end of the month we are both burned out & can both be cranky.  Then when we are trying to get readjusted to "normal" hours his being around and all up in my business can drive me nuts because I'm not used to him being there.  That being said, I think it brings us closer in the end because we appreciate each other so much more.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder. :)

 I miss talking to him about our day.  I miss his smile & his silliness.  I miss him getting the coffee ready for the morning.  I miss snuggling up to him at bedtime. I find night float hard on me because I tend to stay up later than I should and sleep not as well when he isn't home. 

I'll try to think of the positive things.... I can watch all my TV shows, ummm.....  yeah, that's about all I can come up with.  The truth of the matter is, I will eat something naughty & stay up too late, sleep horribly and wake up tired & missing him.  We will talk on the phone in the morning if I'm lucky and then I will finally see him when I get home from work tomorrow. The only real positive is that we always appreciate each other more afterward.  

Well, I'm off to eat some carrot cake ice cream and watch Ellen...

goodnight. :)