Sunday, March 10, 2013

Caught in a Loop

Do you know the circus music they play when 30 clowns are climbing out of a small car?  That music is becoming the soundtrack of my existence.

More often than not I'm running around like 30 clowns; I'm one man but my life is torpedoing in 30 different directions.  My husband was at a conference all last week and then on to his MBA program this weekend.  We didn't get to talk a lot this week because he was busy and I was busy.  I billed over 65 hours for work.

Finally on Saturday night, after nine days apart, I was going to pick him up at DFW airport at 9PM.

The weather was crazy yesterday.

I spent the early part of the evening hanging out at Beverly and Rob's house waiting for his flight to land.  I spent the later part of the night at the airport parking lot waiting for his flight to land. After hours of circling a stormy Dallas night his flight flew to Austin to refuel.  I drove home.  Without my husband.  I went to bed.  (Sigh.)  Without my husband.

I woke up at 4:00 AM when my husband was climbing into bed.  Finally.  The clown music stopped.  My 30 clowns were no longer running around.  I was clam.

I was calm with my exhausted husband sleeping next to me.  I need more of this.

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