I’ve been living with Rob for over 3 years (I know!) and during that time I’ve gone through phases where sometimes I’m like, “Okay, It’s time to go out drinking with your buddies!” as I’m shoving him towards the door and flinging his wallet out onto the sidewalk, and sometimes I’m like, “Oh, you’re taking a shower? Me too!” and I climb into the tub after him because being apart long enough for him to get clean would make me sad.
I was in the middle of a “clingy” phase when he left for San Francisco on Friday, making it one of the more painful times we’ve been apart. He was, too, and we were both mopey about not being together.
He just got home this morning and has been sleeping for hours at this point (it’s almost 6pm). I am resisting the urge to wake him up to talk to him, because I am a Nice Wife, although if he keeps sleeping his schedule is going to be all off and he’ll be up all night bothering ME.
With him being out of work (the newspaper he worked for closed) we’re anticipating a lot of “together time” as he is planning on doing a lot of work from home. Sounds good to me!
I’m nervous about this suddenly-thrust-upon-us turn of events, but I’m excited because we, as a duo, tend to take weird, unconventional life events and rock them out beautifully. Sometimes I wish that we’d just have a six-month period of SAMENESS, but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards for a good long while. No matter. I think we’re going to rock this out, too.