Did I mention yesterday how easy it is to get disconnected again? Apparently all it takes is a little adult crankiness, a little fussing from the baby and some miscommunication. I won't get into the details. But if I had to be brutally honest with myself (and you), it was probably 85% my fault. That adult crankiness I mentioned? Me.
Then I had a hard time putting the Pumpkin down for bed. By the time I was done, I was tired and even more cranky, so Londo and I didn't talk. This morning, we should have talked, but we didn't. The cleaning lady comes today, so we were busy picking up our crap so she can actually clean our floors.
This evening, I leave to go out of town for the weekend without husband or even baby!!! So either we will have to find time to talk while watching the baby and packing, or we both will let it go and realize that it really was nothing. I think this weekend away will be good for me, and therefore us, even though I'll miss them both so very much.
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Sometimes you need a weekend away - have a great time!
YOu know when things are good with us I try not to talk about it too much, or even think about it too much as I know I will mozz myself ( Oh, I hope that's regular English and not Aussie slang)and everything will go belly-up, or worse I will be in one of my 'oh, I am so HAPPY right now' states, and then do something like side swipe the car - this I did do a while back. Happens e.ver.y.time.
We're one of those couples that gets along better the more we're around each other. Long car trips we get along great. Weeks where we're both working a lot we're at each other's throats.
Relationships are all ups and downs. If it was all wonderful I would worry more.
It sounds like a weekend away is just what you need. Enjoy!
The hell with them - you oughta miss ME!!!! *snort*
hope things have cleared up...and the weekend should help with wanting to forget whatever-it-was. ;)
Ha, connect and then disconnect! No that really sucks. Hopefully the weekend away will snap it all into focus, you miss eachother and let the other stuff just slide away.
some mornings I lay in bed and fantasize about a weekend away, a night away, 8 hours alone in bed. How much might I miss them, and how good that would feel. Enjoy!
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