A week is plenty long enough for me to be apart from my husband. He felt the same way. Don't get me wrong. Sometimes it's nice to have a little extra space in the bed or not have to do dishes, laundry, and cooking for a few days. Sometimes it's nice to be able to watch tv at any volume and not worry about waking up your child or wife.
But the novelty of those niceties wears off very quickly. I think we were both missing the stupid, little, everyday, mundane things about family life after two or three days. So yesterday, when my hubby FINALLY came home from work and did his trademark whistle, I ran straight to him, not even waiting for my kid or picking him up along the way. Yep, I outran my almost-two-year-old to get to my husband first! (Don't worry, he was 10 seconds behind me.)
But boy, was I glad to see Lino!!!! It was so good to just see his face across the table, have his help with feeding our son, and absolutely sheer delight to watch him and our son playing together again. Lino even admitted one of the things he missed the most was getting "body splashed." That would be the game our son invented where he goes to the opposite end of the house and runs at us full force, crashing into us with giggles. It's pretty much all of our favorite game.
I know we all get on one another's nerves on rare occasion. And I wasn't annoyed by him when I left. At all. But I appreciate him more than when I left. And I am glad to know he missed both of us as well. It's almost like it reaffirms the joy we have in the place we are in our lives. And that's always nice to come home to.
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