So on more than one occasion this week I have gone 24 hours without knowing if my husband was still alive. I saw him on Sunday, but didn't talk to him at any point Monday, even after I had called and texted him. Tuesday morning I woke up and saw him next to me, which was a big relief. But we didn't have an actual conversation until Wednesday evening because we have both been so crazy busy and our schedules haven't allowed for us to call each other when we both had a couple minutes. It kind of goes with the territory when he works nights. I leave between 5 and 6 am and get home 2pm ish, when he leaves the hours around 1:30 and doesn't get home until 11 or 12 that evening.
So we sometimes ended up sending what I refer to as "loaded texts". I just had to post this real quick before I went to bed tonight.
This is word for word what his said tonight: "I want to tell you that ifound it would be better for me to go to gamestop instead of ebay and I may have found a puggle and I love you"
Hehe...I better go now...I have a date with my bed and Stephen Colbert's book.