post partum depression
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Well, Schmuck has left for Malaysia this morning. I brought him to the airport, and now I'm depressed. Bear with me for a moment. I'm not used to my husband being away. I now look at our big bed, and feel a pang.
I tried digiscrapping to keep my mind off his being away, but I just kept coming up with crappy layouts. It's even disconcerting to be blogging now, using Schmuck's ultra-fast PC. Whereas I would have normally been relegated to the old PC, I find that being able to use his new one is not as delightful as I originally thought.
Strange is that I'm now looking forward to going to work tomorrow. That'll at least keep my mind off his being away. But before I get to work, there's the waking up. Alone. I'm even going to miss waking him up in the morning, which is no easy task. But the evenings are the worst. Coming home and knowing that I won't have a kiss waiting for me. No funny stories. No hilarious comments.
Oh, and it also translates to no sex, of course.
It's going to be a loooooong three weeks...