There is gonna be a whole lot of shit everywhere now. His words not mine and he has certainly delivered on that. He has also delivered on being the cutest man ever and even though my undiagnosed OCD is kicking in big time I'm glad to have him home. I kind of feel like my space is being invaded which is totally not true considering we bought this house together and have been living in it together for 3 years. There is always this weird transition period that occurs whenever he comes home from an extended absence. I'm almost surprised to see him in the house when I walk in the door after work. His presence has busted me out of my quiet little self contained bubble. Like, what? There is someone else in the house? I have somebody to talk to and cuddle with? When you are alone you just kind of float about the house without regard to anyone or anything but when you are in a couple there is someone to consider. There is someone who wants to watch the football game on the big TV downstairs at 5:30pm. Someone that might wonder where you are if you've gone and disappeared upstairs for a few hours. There is an adjustment period when he leaves as I get thrown into the solo life AND when he comes back as I get adjusted to WE instead of just ME, ME, ME. And it's a good adjustment to make.
Amazingly enough, I actually kept him fed for two dinners on the chicken breasts I made the day before he came home. He took Monday off to recover from his travels and of top priority that day was grocery shopping. He had the nerve to assume there wasn't much food in the house and well....he was right. You know how I do. Then he turned around and made this delicious healthy version of a Philly cheese steak sandwich for dinner on Wednesday. So good. He's baaaack!!! Good lovin', good cooking, and a good man. What more can I ask for? Okay, so maybe it would be pretty cool if he could pick some of his clothes off the floor but you know what they say? Marriage is about compromise. I'm no walk in the park myself. We will be having Subway for dinner tonight. My pick.
Now that he's back I finally got to watch Breaking Bad. Now I know what my co workers have been whispering about and if you aren't already watching you should be. It is CRAY!!! I pretty much HATE Walter White. He is cold, evil and power hungry. The best thing about hating Walter is that I'm not freaking out about whether or not he dies, gets away with it or gets locked up. I don't care one way or another and it has eased the anxiety that I would have if I actually cared. The latest episodes have been so dark. I always feel a little stunned after watching. We are all caught up and will be able to watch the season finale with everyone else. I cannot wait.
Oh California how I love you. Good old San Diego is hanging onto Summer by it's fingertips and that is just fine by me. It's still a little chilly in the morning but by the afternoon it's been anywhere between 77-79 which is pretty darn perfect if you asked me. Fall can take as long as it wants to show up. There is plenty of time for boots and leggings.
We are already booked for Saturday. He could not wait. He literally made these plans while he was still out of the country. We will be having dinner and maybe a movie at Cinepolis with friends. I'm happy to be dating my husband again and I anticipate some movie watching and cuddle time on the couch too.
Now I just need this darn work day to be over so I can get on with it.