Idyllic Chick

...the mice will not receive any new Netflix, then starve to death.

My life gets so discombobulated when Chris is out of town. Of course, I miss him terribly, but on top of that are all of the other little holes that appear when he is gone. He helps me hold myself together, and when he's not here, my life spooges through all of those little holes.

There are little things amiss, like I can't check the mail because he has the key to the mailbox. There are big things that are a pain, like I have to take care of the dogs all day every day. There are sweet things that I miss, like not being able to make fun of him for watching _Stranger Than Fiction_ yet again. There are things that I don't miss, but that will just be *wrong*, like not having to set the alarm for four days in a row.

He does so much to make up for leaving me in the lurch, though. He did *all* of the laundry yesterday (Hrm. Actually he does that every week! What a guy!). And he made little individual salads in bags for me so that I will still eat a few vegetables between now and Friday.

I'm just so torn between acting like I'm going to get a lot of shit done around the house while he's gone, and behaving like a single chick again and living on mac&chee and vodka for a week. I guess it just comes down to, "Damn. I miss my husband." But it feels like so much more than that.