Today’s post is directed to any of you not-so-newly weds out there living through opposite schedules.
Does anyone else wait for the weekend so you can feel like you’re “really” married? I come home from work during the week and count the hours until my husband gets home. It’s a little fun when his arrival gets closer and closer, but it’s mostly a little depressing feeling like my life is paused.
I miss him constantly 🙂
Ooh! Key turning in the door! Gotta go!