“God bless Nigeria” was the quick prayer that I said when I realized that there was a public holiday on Friday, this is going to be a long break, and so long it was.
I got home early from work on Thursday, and so did Dh, and I had mentally planned this short break, one would think I was on leave, in between my thoughts, I heard his phone beep and it was a biz call, one I was sure would not affect me, boy! How wrong was I?
I was still planning mentally when Dh came to me, we were just gisting and the conversation revealed that he was going to be away during my well planned break…
I was so mad, angry, disappointed and what more? And I angrily packed an overnight bag, so what happens to my entire plan? I queried no one in particular.
So Friday came and off Dh went, leaving me with a promise to call at every interval. Our little boy of course was sad to see daddy leave but was quick to be consoled with the fact that there will be gifts on arrival and that “he was in charge of the house”.
How do I live thru this break that I had planned to be twosome, I just lived each hour with a drag, I read, slept, woke up, watched all sorts of series and cartoons with the little guy in charge. In fact I was so bored that I did some fitness exercise, cleaned the mirror (twas that bad).
Did the phone calls come as promised, yes! They did, and my phone was totally glued to my hands lest I missed a call from Dh, but it did not make up for the TLC I missed, how on earth can phone calls, emails, chatting, or Skype make up for the touch of your partner? Based on my experience, it cannot do a thang! How do people cope with internet love?
So summarily my weekend was a bore, though twas good having a “me time”, am still home alone awaiting Dh’s arrival, and I realized that one is good but two is definitely better, I realized how much I missed my Dh, nobody to switch stations to super sports, or al jazeera, or argue politics, no one to cook for even at odd hours of the day, no pillow fights (u know what I mean), and if the days were long, the nights were much longer…
In short, this is a ranting of a woman missing her boo, Period!
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