So my husband and four of our kids took a quick jaunt to Colorado to go to a friend’s wedding- and my husband’s part, as well as the two youngest kids, in that trip had about three hours notice.
I did not go for a number of reasons, not the least of which being 16 hours in a car, followed by many more hours surrounded by people and not being in my home. We’re different, my spouse and I.
I put the IN in introvert.
My husband puts the noise in Extrovert.
I am not touchy-feely, either. My husband, despite his 20 years of military service is a teddy bear full of warm, sticky, sentiment. Military spouses, left at home to play Mom and Dad to the kids, have to be a bit tougher than that, and I come by that naturally anyway.
My husband and the youngest two kids arrived home late Monday night, and they unpacked last night. My husband came to me all dewy eyed, to show me a plastic bag sporting the name of the billeting (military hotel) he and the kids stayed at a few nights ago.
He’s all nostalgic sighs and cheesy grins, “Look! Billeting! Just like the old days! I wanted to take a picture of it, but that might be too much.”
I’m all, “Huh? It’s a plastic bag with dirty clothes in it. Ew.”
I got the sad puppy eyes. If I could have raised one sardonic eyebrow I would have, so let’s just imagine I did because I certainly did my best, as I reminded him, “You know I am not the sentimental one.”
So it’s certainly NOT for sentimental reasons that contrary to our usual pattern, I am not blocking out his snores as I type this by stuffing both ears with my headphones and some music, but have left one ear open so I can still hear him snoring next to me, where he belongs.