Last week, Cory was away in Wisconsin. This isnít something that happens too often with us, so it always feels strange when heís traveling. Since he was gone, I was alone with the two puppies. Granted, five days is not a lot of time in the grand scheme of things. I know of women who go months without their husbands and also have to worry about their loved oneís safety Ė I am lucky.
For me, however, it felt too long and too short at the same time.
Let me explain. First, Iíll start with the nice stuff Ė what I missed. When I come home from work, Coryís greetings always make me smile. Knowing heís at home, on land and not in the air is also comforting. The chats and banter were lost, leaving a quiet house. I felt lonely without him to keep me company.
I missed the extra help with our dogs Kingston and Callie. They demand a lot of attention and Callie is still being house trained, so the challenges were heavy on my shoulders. I was a single pet-parent and it was not easy. I couldnít even begin to imagine being a single parent for actual children.
Anyway, the week began in a flurry of cleaning, frequent trips outside, mediation between the pups, a meeting and work. On the first day Cory was gone, I dropped Kingstonís leash and he darted down the sidewalk to greet a frightened construction worker. He did this AGAIN Wednesday morning, sniffing everyoneís trash on his way down the street Ė relishing in the glory of his temporary freedom.
Yep, thereís nothing like chasing a 100-pound dog down the road in your pajamas to start the day. I was definitely awake after that. And embarrassed.
They seemed to be acting out with Coryís absence, too. Kingston somehow snuck into the basement and then threw up on floor after eating who knows what. Callie didnít miss an opportunity to pee in the house or chew something up. She also threw up on the couch.
Cory feeds and lets the dogs out when he leaves for work early in the morning. He also does this on the weekends, but thatís a sore subject. While Cory was gone that week, I was jolted out of bed by whimpers and whines before it was even light out. I imagine I frightened my neighbors with my zombie-like demeanor. Zoned out with boots, tousled hair and a pink robe Ė I was certainly an amusing sight.
Aside from the extra responsibility and early mornings, thereís also something soothing about having your partner there when you hear croaks and groans at night. I always feel safe when Coryís home and I missed this last week. Heís like a security blanket Ė warm, comforting and protective.
Now, there were a few perks to having time to myself. As much as I missed Coryís presence around the house, the distance always makes us appreciate each other. The phone calls have more meaning and weíre reminded of what we might take for granted. I know I often thought of him and counted down the days until his return.
Other than that, I did enjoy how frequently the puppies cuddled with me. Usually, they are all over Cory, pandering for his attention. That week, they rested their heads on my lap and cuddled with me at night.
Also, I like to stay up pretty late and Cory goes to bed early, which causes conflict in our home. Due to our house renovation, we are crammed into the small finished space, which means the TV and computer distract him when heís trying to sleep. That means I am forced to bed early.
So, all week, I stayed up as late as I wanted. I cleaned, watched TV (the shows I wanted), used the computer and completed work until nearly midnight. I was very productive with those few extra hours each evening.
With Cory miles away, the house also managed to stay clean. Iíll let you draw the conclusions on that one.
On Thursday, the day he returned, I knew how much I missed him. I knew because I found myself hastily completing my paperwork and driving home faster than I normally do. When I finally arrived, I was thrilled to have him back. When I walked inside, he was cleaning up the dogsí mess, too. Impressive.
Obviously, it felt good to hug him and hear about his work trip. The puppies were ecstatic. Kingston peed all over the kitchen when Cory walked in. Out of jealousy, I couldnít help sharing that the puppies never even mentioned missing him, but he didnít seem to mind. Go figure.
Now, as we get ready to spend the evening with friends Ė together, Iím reminded why itís better to share your life with someone. Sure, a mini soul-vacation is fantastic every once in a while. We all need space in this busy world. But vacations just arenít as fun alone.
Because we all need someone to navigate the trip so we donít get lost and to make sure we donít drown in the ocean. Or maybe thatís just me. Either way, life is better with my messy, early to bed, puppy snatching husband.
Published: May 21, 2012