Trying Not to be a Baby

Jeff's trip to Las Vegas is quickly approaching and I am absolutely DREADING it. Not just because I will miss the help with the hooligans-I mean children-but just because I will miss him so much. When Jeff is gone, I can't fall into a deep sleep. I just don't feel comfortable or relaxed at night with out him. And let's be serious-I just don't feel right during the day either when he's away.

I am really trying to kick myself in the arse about this though, and I am telling myself not to be such a baby about a few days once a year absence. My friend Linda's son is in the Navy, and his wife deals with a 6 month deployment every 2 years. My cousin Ashley went for a year without seeing her husband while he was in Iraq. One of my "tweets'" husband travels 4-5 days out of the week. At school, the father of one of my students just had to take a job in Kansas City and is only home 2 days a week. So, I am trying to remember that it could be SOOOO much worse, and that I have the strong example of many wonderful women to live up to.

It doesn't make me miss him any less, but it does make me want to be more grown up about it.