So....Ain't This Ironic?

"Where do i plug this in?"

I spent 12 or so years traveling for business like crazy. Come home, unpack, stay a bit and then off again. So when it ended, I was pretty happy. I could be home with the hubby and not have to go through the hassle of airports so much. Traveling so much gets really, really old after awhile.

Sure, I still do some, but not nearly as much.

And cutting down on traveling has meant not getting to see a lot of steady girlfriends like I used to, but having the three lovelies we have now is even better. And let's face it: Atlanta girls are pretty cute!

So everything's perfect, right?

Not this week! No sir! And I'm in a Lexie-fit right now!

Hubby had to go down to Tampa for a few days and I cried like a baby when he left.

This sucks.

A lawyer buddy of his needs help with some document review involving one business merging with another and called hubby up this morning to help his firm wrap it all up. So hubby was able to clear the calendar and zip down there this morning. He'll be back on Thursday or Friday.

This sucks. I hate it. I repeat: I hate it.

I never cried when I had to leave.

But I always felt a little guilty about traveling so much. Now I'm really feeling guilty. He's traveled before for business (not all that much, though), but that usually happened when I had been traveling as well. Now I'm getting a taste of what it's like to see someone you love leave.

I'd leave, come back, and he'd be there. And we'd catch up, he'd make me lunch or dinner or whatever, and we'd have fun and spend time together until I left again. Now I'm the one who'll be here when he gets back.

This sucks.

When your significant other travels, you worry about everything. The flight. Him getting around okay. That he'll eat okay and not buy Pop Tarts and call them dinner (actually, that's more of a Lexie thing, but you get my drift....).

And on top of worrying about him, what about poor me?

And who's gonna fix my dinner? I don't fucking cook! I'm a horrible cook! I've been spoiled and it's all his fault! He's cooked for me since we first met and now that I need him to make me something, he's in Tampa! And there's no room service here!

Of course, that was his master plan all along, wasn't it? Yeah....cook for me for fifteen years and then when the time was right, abandon me. I'm left alone with a plethora of Banquet dinners.

So I did what any devotee of not cooking does: I went to Steak N' Shake. Well, more accurately, Mitzie and I went to Steak N' Shake. Mitzie loves Steak N' Shake. Tomorrow, we'll stop by....hmmm....hold on....

Mitzie wants Mexican. Sounds good to me.

I'm left alone with a pile of laundry that needs to be done!

Sure, it's mostly MY laundry, but let's not get off-track here, okay?

Sure, I hear you now. "Poor spoiled Alex! Has to cook for herself!" Oh yeah? Well you know what? When I was travelling, I still took care of our checking and bills, even on the road! Yeah, so he should somehow figure out a way to cook and clean while HE'S on the road!

Sounds reasonable to me.

Here are some things I don't do:

Laundry.

Go two days without an orgasm.

Laundry.

Cook.

Support higher taxes.

Go two days without an orgasm.

Sleep alone.

Run out of Snickers Bars.

That's how Lexenomics rocks!

Okay, okay. I'm just joking around about all the cooking and cleaning stuff. I can fix food well enough to get by (although eating out is far more fun!), and I don't give a flying fuck about the laundry. I can do it. But....

Sigh....I miss my hubby. I just miss my hubby.

Funny thing is, when I stopped traveling so much, I was a little worried. It had been years since we lived together day in and day out. We had become accustomed to being apart. That just isn't cool. But that's how it was.

But then a week passed. Then another. Then another. I met the girls. Then another week. And I loved it. It was just like when we first got married. I had nothing to fear.

And now he leaves!

Bad hubby!

At least he'll get to visit with my friend Janey and her girlfriend Allison. That'll be cool.

But, bad hubby!

On the other hand.....some "Mitzie/Lexie" private time will help fill the void.