One Wheeler's World

We’ve spent our evening getting Hubster ready for a business trip that he leaves on tomorrow.  I really don’t want to drop him off at the airport tomorrow.  But not for the reasons you might be thinking.  Yes.  Sure.  I’m going to miss him and all that sappy kind of gunk.  But the truth is that’s not at all what I spent the evening thinking about while he packed his suitcase.  Instead, with each pair of pants folded, each running through of the list of must-haves, I felt the jealousy build up within myself. 

After the cranky week Runt and I shared with one another last week, I’m a little on edge and feeling cautious about what an entire week where there is no six o’clock to be looked forward to is going to be like. 

I would pretty much give anything right now for a week of quiet evenings spent however I feel like spending them, an expense account in a city full of yummy restaurants, and a cozy hotel with a pool. Seriously. Heaven!

To his credit, Hubster did offer to let me “fill in” for him, operating under the total assumption that 1) I could, apparently, easily pass for a James, and 2) He’d stand any chance of getting this required certification if I was in charge of taking the class and test.  Since that can’t happen, I decided to make myself feel a little better be dreaming up the things that I will look forward to about a week at home while he is away.

So, here we go…

Stuff I get to do while Hubster is away that I otherwise wouldn’t be able to:

1) I  can sleep where ever I damn well feel like and not have to listen to any whining about how I was “hogging” the bed.  Especially when I’ve been particularly restless lately, that is a pretty awesome thing to look forward to.

2) The bed will be even cozier because I’m going to put fresh sheets on tomorrow,and Hubster won’t be here to sweat all over them all week.  Seriously.  It’s like sleeping with a frickin’ oven.

3) Pot roast.  And maybe even Chicken & Dumplings.  Basically, filling our bellies with the yumminess that I love and Hubster doesn’t. 

And that’s it.  Three things.  That is all I could mange to come up with.  And you know what?  I started to think that was actually pretty sweet.  Nearly 8 years of living together, and there are only three things that are a “bonus” to him being away.  Because, actually, I really kind of like him.  Like, a whole bunch.  So, when he goes away, I miss him.  A lot.  So, yeah, I started to get a little sappy.

But then I realized…

I’d have a bed…with fresh linens…all to myself in a hotel, too. 

Pot roast is good.  But a week’s worth of evenings spent lounging in a pool is even better.

Seriously.  I need a vacation.  STAT.

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