The Sailor is off at his annual training, which means for two weeks, he’s staying at a Naval Station, doing Navy stuff. Don’t ask me what “Navy stuff” he’s doing, I still have no idea what he actually does on base. This is how I picture it … totally accurate, right?
He’s been in the Navy for three years, so I’m getting used to these extended periods of alone time. (He’s a reservist, so if he’s not deployed or reassigned and thus needing to be retrained, he’s only gone for one weekend a month and two straight weeks out of the year.)
I try to take advantage of being “single,” for example:
- I get the whole bed to myself (and it’s a giant bed … two twin beds pushed together). Of course I still only sleep on my side and barely rumple the sheets.
- I get to hog the Netflix queue. Time to catch up on Weeds and bad movies. (If we had cable, I would say that I get to watch all the bad reality TV that I want without judgement, but we don’t have cable … why isn’t Kendra available on Netflix streaming???)
- I can go to bed early on Friday to wake up early to run on Saturday without feeling bad about “ditching” him.
- I can let my clean laundry sit in a basket all week long without putting it away.
- I can buy a package of cookies and NO ONE WILL EAT ALL OF THEM WITHIN 24 HOURS.
- I can use up all the hot water without listening to complaints.
- NO TINY (BEARD) HAIRS ON THE SINK.
But, as great as that is, I miss my schmoopie honeykins.
But once in awhile, I do get to see him all cute in his uniform, so it’s a fair trade, right?