Today is two months since my miscarriage. It is 14 years since I met my husband. It is 14 years since my Grandpa died. So, one of those days thinking about the things that happen that shape your life.
My husband is on week 3 of his business trip. I'm fortunate that he has the opportunity to come home on the weekend, but it isn't enough. He has only been home long enough to do laundry and leave again. I just miss him. I know that I'm lucky compared to some - especially on this Veteran's Day.
I didn't wake up and workout this morning. I set 3 alarms and just turned them all off. I'm not even sure I made a conscious decision to NOT workout. It was 4 in the morning after all. With M. gone, I'm not sure how I could take care of the home stuff and workout at any other time than 4am.
I have to travel tomorrow. I'm flying out to Columbus, OH in the morning and returning in the afternoon. I am not used to traveling. And, there is just so much to deal with at home that it stresses me out a bit.
I just want a hug. I've had a rough week with the hysteroscopy on Monday, busy work days, and the stress of traveling. I can't wait for M. to come home on Friday night, even if he is running out the door on Sunday morning.
I could just use a hug.