Husband was late again. Kids were already in beds and I was yawning in my cat bed. Yep, husband bought me a cat bed last year, at least that’s what I call it. It’s a round small sofa/big chair that spins around. If I’m having quiet moment, this is the place where you can find me curled up and snuggling under my mermaid blanket that I crocheted myself last summer.
So, he warned me that today I’m on my own too… I really start worrying about next week, have so much planned and lots of those plans involve him being home in the evenings. Sometimes I wonder how he physically can work so many hours a day and so many days in a row? No wonder he comes home tired and empty and we don’t have much conversation. At times I feel like a single mother.