- I have to actually watch the expiry dates on eggs. We used to buy two 18-pack cartons every time we got groceries – now, a single 12-egg carton lasts me a month!
- I leap across the room when I get a text message.
- I discovered just how much dishwashing the Mountie did when he lived here. Washing dishes is the worst.
- My dog-mom guilt skyrocketed. My poor little pup doesn’t understand why his stay-at-home pal isn’t here anymore and why I leave him for so long during the day.
- I’ve discovered that I hate silence.
- My life is now broken down hourly. “3 p.m., drive home, 4 p.m., take dog to the park, 5 p.m., gym, 6 p.m., make dinner…”Also, weekly and daily: “4 more weeks until I visit the Mountie, 25 days until I visit the Mountie…”
- I realized just how much I took having my husband around for granted. The pleasure of falling asleep next to the person you love, of having someone there when you get home. Walking the dog together.
- The Mountie was responsible for easily 75% of the laundry in our house. It is ridiculous how little laundry I generate myself.
- Missing someone can be physically painful. I had forgotten that part.
- I’m remembering how self-sufficient I can be, but that doesn’t mean I can’t wait to be back with my Mountie.
Love
Happy Anniversary
It was our third wedding anniversary yesterday. I was moping at work, as you do when your spouse lives in another province and you’re all aloney-lone for your anniversary, when I got an email telling me to pick up a delivery at the front desk.
This guy, though.
Mountie and Me 