Sunday, March 10, 2013
Caught in a Loop
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.