My space has been invaded. Glad he's home. Extra dishes. Glad he's home. Bed unmade. Eyes closed...glad he's home. Clothes strewn. Deep breath... glad he's home. Bathroom's crowded. Move through quickly...glad he's home. Vibrating phone alarm clock. Sun's up anyway...glad he's home. Typing elsewhere so I don't wake him...cathartic...yes, I'm glad he's home.
I'll have someone with whom to share my coffee. Little Sprout will have a playmate when I am off running games for field day, yardwork will get done faster at the cabin with two more hands. That elusive campfire will be built because I am not the one building it. Fish hooks will be properly set,and caught fish will be handled less squeamishly.I'll have someone to marvel at fireflies with me...when the kids have all faded to sleep. Laughter will be louder, hugs will feel tighter, conversation will grow to its normal length after being stunted by telephone awkwardness. Children will settle...life will feel full...Absolutely...I'm glad he's home.
The real kick in the pants is that just when we have all adjusted to the newness of his presence here, and yes, after three weeks of life in his absence, it feels new for a few days, he will leave us again. Back to work...for both of us. One more long stretch before we come to invade his space, and we all adjust to a different kind of newness.
So yes, the space feels crowded, and slipping right back in to the habits I abandon when he is gone, well, that's okay with me for a weekend. Letting myself quickly drop my guard so that I can feel all the joy the next few days...that makes the time he's home better, but it makes the adjustment when he leaves that much harder. I could sabotage. I could spend time pointing out and embracing the discomfort of an extra body in the house. The weekend will happen at weekend pace whether I am joy-filled or frustrated. So, I choose joy-filled. I am going to leave this on my computer screen, pick up the strewn clothes, make the bed, do the dishes and wrap my head around living joyfully in the moment.
Wow, all that adjusting and readjusting to being together and being apart...It sounds so difficult! Yet, you seem to have really found ways to dig through all the stuff about life that can be so distracting (messes, quirky habits, etc.) to really appreciate him. I have to remember that with my own husband. :)
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