I find myself becoming one of those people who feels horribly guilty when she has to leave her dog every day to go to work. Why can’t I just be independently wealthy so that I could lounge around all day? He is just such a happy dog and is so thrilled to have me home during the day, and when I have to leave for work, he looks at me like, “Hey, what’s goin’ on? Where ya goin’? When will ya be back?” Luckily, I know that Bill arrives home soon after I leave for work, so that makes me happier. I used to have no problem leaving the dog in his crate for 10-14 hours a day while we were at work and I was at school. But now that we leave him out of the crate more often than not and I have to see his eyes as I walk out the door, it bothers me. However, we do have a joyful reunion each morning when I arrive home, and then when I am sleeping during the day, he comes to snuggle once in a while. It’s a nice arrangement.
On the other hand, I don’t get to see my husband for days at a time. The last time I actually laid eyes on the man was Saturday morning, and I will not be seeing him until I arrive home from Bath and Body Works at about 9:30 tomorrow night. It’s the Big Semi-Annual Sale starting this week, folks, so I have more hours at the store than I am used to. Sometimes, it doesn’t even feel like I am married. It feels more like I am living with a roommate who I don’t even have all that much in common with. Luckily, we both are secure in our feelings for each other because otherwise I don’t know how we would handle this!
I am going to into a stretch of three nights off from the hospital at least, so I won’t have to sleep in the big bed alone. And no, I won’t be sharing it with the dog…because for a few nights, at least, I will have me a husband!