This last weekend L went away for a guys weekend in Bend. His good friend is getting married here in a few short weeks, so they got the crew together for a bachelor party ((weekend)). Before L left I kept joking him how I was going to finally be able to hog the TV with my trashy reality shows…. This happened but not exactly how I had planned.
Friday evening I arrived home later than usually to four very excited pooches. They had eaten but I soon remembered that I haven’t and my personal chef wasn’t home. Insert first moment of complete heartache. My father in law saved me in a pinch with Thai food, but I quickly realized these two days were going to a lot harder than I had anticipated. Going to be wasn’t easy but it wasn’t a walk in the park either. The dogs even had a very restless night.
Saturday morning wasn’t awful. Wake up, made coffee, and then had some outside time with the dogs. Lief was so upset. He kept running to the car building thinking L was in there just working on one of his projects. I finally opened it just to show him we really were abandoned ((joking)).
The day progressed without any exciting developments. The dogs and I found ways to fill our time by Netflixing/reorganizing our closet. We eventually got ourselves done up take my brother in law out for his birthday. If you’re ever in Portland and have a strange craving for soul food and a 40 oz of PBR, please go to the Delta Cafe. It’s safe to say I ate my feelings Saturday night. I was in full depressed mode.
Waking up Sunday was exciting. L was coming home! I always saw myself as this independent strong willed gal. I know what I want in life, but I quickly learned over the weekend I need my partner in crime. We spend a lot of time together and I guess I really enjoy it. The second L got out of the car I couldn’t stop hugging him. I refused even after he asked me to. I still very much feel like my own person but I’m learning how the piece of paper know as a marriage certificate really added to my feelings. It makes everything feel more permanent. Its a very safe happy place to be.
Ok sorry I rambled…. I write exactly how I talk. Unorganized. Here’s some photo’s from the weekend of trying to keep my mind of my missing half ((my husband)).
P.S. I’m ending this post with a food picture. We eat a very specific way known as Paleo. If you know anything about it wheat ((even most gluten free items)) are off limits. Well my most favorite breakfast is blueberry pancakes. Well lucky me my father in law made me a special batch Sunday morning. And yes, I ate all four!!