The Newman Everyday consists of work for Nate and me, caring for Carter, hanging out watching movies with take out Chinese or Indian food, love notes, and what seems like will never be enough time with each other. Lately for the past six months it also consists of a lot of "goodbye's and hello's". Nate travels each month to Boston for work 1-2 weeks of the month sometimes. He will be gone a full week, then home for two, then gone another week and so on. Tonight just so happens to be one of the nights that my sweetheart has left again to get on a plane for the night-layover in NYC and then to Boston International. He was so sweet to me, because his plane was supposed to leave at 5:30 today- but in the attempt to buy us more time together, he switched it to the red eye which leaves at 11:40. It did earn us 6 more hours together but also I am assuming it earned my poor husband a crumby night with no sleep and a neck cramp. We got some good time in though and ate a lovely dinner of fettucine alfredo with chicken and broccoli, some baked bread, and then to top it off I made a great big texas sheet cake which we ate hot with some ice cream (divine). But sadly, no amount of sheet cake or chocolate will numb the instant heartache I got as I watched my Nate leave tonight. It's not an overwhelmingly long time to be apart, but it is the consistency that is tough. Saying goodbye yet again, knowing that the stress of the week with work and finding babysitters for Carter is all just beginning all over. I know now that I would never be cut out to be a wife of a Marine or a member of the US army. Long distances don't suit me well, and I am far to emotional of a gal to be able to tolerate life without the one I love for long periods of time. He leaves for a week and from my eyes you would see the world crumbling and empty! So consider this a little note for you Nate. I hate not having you next to me at night stealing all of the covers even though you always say you are hot...and I hate living off of mac n' cheese or cereal because cooking a meal for just myself isn't worth the time or effort without you to sing the praise of my culinary brilliance. And I hate having 20 conversations on the phone each day because we are always having to call each other back or the timing is not good. And I hate locking the door myself at night and knowing that i am the one that has to be strong and grown up. And I hate watching you pack your bag while I sit on the bed and wish I could unpack it and force you to stay. But I love that you are such a hard worker and that you do so much and make sacrifices to provide for your family. Consider this our first love note of your trip. I miss you already.
Here's to another week of late night Gilmore Girls episodes, and hoping that I don't find my cookie sheet empty of its sheet cake in the morning.
Love, me
