I don’t know why, but I feel like these next 45 days are crawling. I miss Mark more than ever. I went to a wedding tonight, and while it was beautiful, it was hard to have fun. I can’t drink right now because of fertility stuff, and going to a wedding…New Orleans or not…without my husband is just not fun. It’s 10 p.m., and I’m already back in my room for the night.
Tomorrow, we will hopefully find out exactly when Mark will be home, and so much is going on in the next six weeks before Mark gets home. Since we’ve been told we’re now moving to San Antonio, I have a trip there to house hunt and have three job interviews. I’ve got a second trip booked in case I need it. So much is going on at all three of my jobs…I’m way behind on keeping up with cleaning at home. And for whatever reason, I’m only a little excited…more so, I miss Mark terribly.
I feel like I could handle everything so much more gracefully a few months ago. Why does everything suddenly seem overwhelming and challenging? I think I need a long vacation with Mark and then I’ll feel better…unfortunately, that’s not coming any time soon.
So I’m going to work hard to enjoy my time in St. Louis…lots of visits with friends and family in the next two and half months. Time to make some memories…44 days…
