a thousand miles aint shit to walk if i'm walking to hold you
in true military fashion, they have changed the date my wife flies out from the 5th of sep to the 8th. so tack on three more days to whatever numbers i have been spouting in here (i think the adjusted number is now 20). everyone keeps saying, "it'll go by fast." i know that. i fucking know. but it is still three more fucking days! three days is three goddamn days, and the way they have been dragging increasingly more and more with each passing minute like some kind of physics cum algebra equation, descending until one motherfucking minute passes like 80 years, three days will be a sodding eternity.
ummm, yeah, the outer edges of the funk have been creeping in since sometime last night. i am trying to circumvent it, but, meh, fuck it, doesn't matter.
it is a testament to my wife's love that simply by telling her which movie i was watching (stranger than fiction) she cottoned to my need to get to bed and sleep. the tones of her emails changed completely (lots of "aww, honey" and the like), and i was in a hot bath before ten, and in bed and assed-out completely by 10:30.
and dead to the world until i beat the sun and the sons up at 6:00 am.
i should've been good, right?
since i was rested, and since i had nothing on my plate for the day, i decided that the bathrooms needed to be cleaned today. i seriously imagined it would take me all day.
it took two hours.
a little dizzy from mixing chemicals (wheeeee. mixing chemicals is dangerous and fun, kids!), and tired again, i stretched out on the couch for a nice nap.
and now, i still have half the day yawning before me like a chasm into which i will fall and subsequently from which i will never return.
three fucking days. motherfuckers.
darth sardonic
ummm, yeah, the outer edges of the funk have been creeping in since sometime last night. i am trying to circumvent it, but, meh, fuck it, doesn't matter.
it is a testament to my wife's love that simply by telling her which movie i was watching (stranger than fiction) she cottoned to my need to get to bed and sleep. the tones of her emails changed completely (lots of "aww, honey" and the like), and i was in a hot bath before ten, and in bed and assed-out completely by 10:30.
and dead to the world until i beat the sun and the sons up at 6:00 am.
i should've been good, right?
since i was rested, and since i had nothing on my plate for the day, i decided that the bathrooms needed to be cleaned today. i seriously imagined it would take me all day.
it took two hours.
a little dizzy from mixing chemicals (wheeeee. mixing chemicals is dangerous and fun, kids!), and tired again, i stretched out on the couch for a nice nap.
and now, i still have half the day yawning before me like a chasm into which i will fall and subsequently from which i will never return.
three fucking days. motherfuckers.
darth sardonic
Labels: alkaline trio, the funk
posted by darth sardonic at 11:57 AM
4 Comments:
Three whole days. That sucks bigtime. Maybe you could think of some fun roadtrips to take with your sons to bridge the gap? Each roadtrip with a sepcific goal in mind, like a present for your wife? E.g. drive to a lake to fish and then bring the fish home to prepare her a wonderful dinner when she returns (you'd have to freeze it of course)? Well, maybe not your style, I'm just brainstorming.
This is the pits....
I know it's no help to you but i'm going through a patch of terrible lonlieness. And I have no-one coming back soon, so strangely i envy you. I know, fucking insane when you feel like you do,but hey that's how it is.
It wil pass you know it will just like I will move on soon and we will both be in a better place for our various reasons.
So have a virtual hug from me to keep you going.
pxx
Oh man, that burns. Am dying to see what happens to your blog when she gets back... have only been reading since after she went! I've had the funk too for other reasons but hey, it's temporary. Right?
It sucks when you've been focussed on one particular day for so long and then they say, naahh, we'll make you wait three more days. How to fill those days? Plan a party. Get the kids to make welcome home signs and draw pictures of all the fun things they did while she was away (like wash the car with Daddy). Stop getting up at 6 if you don't have to. That only makes the day seem longer. The time will go, and as Pixie says, you'll be in a better place.
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