Why Do We Do the Things We Do?

My hubby is still working for a contractor, although he is traveling out of state now rather than working locally. He drove some of the equipment to the new job site as he headed out of town last week, so our yard saw the "cool, big trucks" of a lineman's profession for the first time in a long time. All the kiddos had to get lots of hugs and kisses as Daddy headed out, so I snapped a picture of him with his littlest man. (And can I just note that some women are more attracted to the office-worker-attire-wearing-guy, but I am appreciating my man once again strutting his stuff in jeans and lineman boots!)
Whoops, I wandered from my point already!

My POINT is that my husband is gone for a couple weeks and I am learning that there are some aspects to daily life that I apparently do just for Alan. Because I'm not doing them consistently while he's gone.

• For example, I am cooking differently. When he is home, we have a big meal nearly every night. Meat, potatoes and gravy kinds of big meals. Aside from my purposeful efforts these last three meals of chicken fajitas, pork chops and hominy, and hot beef sandwiches, we've been eating a lot of chicken bites, hot dogs, sandwiches, and frozen pizza.

• Then there's making the bed. I personally see no point in making the bed--a person just climbs back in there and messes it all up again the next night anyway, and what guest is going to be in my bedroom to see it messed up? But I have made it every morning for 19 years of marriage. Until this last week--while my husband is gone.

• Speaking of going to bed, I'm not doing that very well either. I just hate climbing in to that cold, lonely bed. What am I supposed to do about my cold feet if I can't tuck them between his always-warm calves to warm them up?? (don't mention socks, I abhor sleeping in socks!) So I keep staying up--too late. Yawn. He rarely stays up past 10:30 pm. I can't seem to make it to bed before midnight without him.

• Normally, when Alan is coming home in the evening, I feel like I spend all day picking up, but we have designated pick up times to keep the house under control. Everyone pitches in for a pick up before lunch and again around 4 pm before Daddy gets home. Then I like things picked up in the evening as everyone is going to bed, or at least before *I* go to bed. Two nights ago I looked at the living room strewn with dolls, vehicles, books, tractors, animals, stacking cups, blankets and A TENT right in the middle of it all. . .and I just shrugged my shoulders as I headed to the couch with a book. Once the midnight hour had sufficiently passed, I again surveyed the living room, decided Tornado Teddy would just dump everything out again first thing in the morning anyway and went to bed!

I have been taking a shower every day, however. Well, except for that one day--I was going to be home all day and I just didn't see the point.

Hurry home, Honey, I need some motivation!