I knew coming back to work this week would be agony, even if it was a short week for me. I didn’t expect it to be just as draining and exhausting as it has been, though! Has this week been roughly 100 years long, or it is just me?
This morning, in that sleepy, lazy, sultry haze right before the alarm went off, I was so wrapped up in my husband, skin to skin, that we were practically knotted together: his arms around me, my hands wrapped about his arms, even our legs tangled together, just to be as close to each other as possible. When the blasted alarm rudely interrupted us, I smacked the snooze button, again and again, just so I could roll back over to him for a little bit longer before reluctantly starting the day.
I’m always happy to head home to my husband, but today especially, even more than usual, I have missed him and found myself thinking of him all day. I took a walk during my lunch to some shops nearby, and stores are packed with pink and white and red for Valentine’s Day, which made me smile and wonder if we will do what we do every year, promise we aren’t getting each other gifts, then give each other presents anyway.
The weekend is supposed to get off to a rainy start, and I’m glad. I just want to hibernate this weekend, relax, hopefully only leave the house for our weekly date night. After several busy holiday weeks, travel, guests, etc., a quiet, peaceful weekend at home sounds like heaven.
Sweat & Sparkle 