Hey friends. I never post about personal things on my design blog. Not sure that anyone would care, or if anyone can relate. But, this will be short. Simple. Honest.
I want to be a mom. It's hard watching EVERY FRIEND around you have babies, buy houses and live the life your heart aches for. It's lonely, when your husband travels a lot for work, and you have nothing to look forward to and no one to pass the time with.
Holidays are my thing. Decor. Food. Shopping. Crafting. MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR. Enter: Ruin my holiday news + Depressed over not being a mom = Sleep away 24 days of my life.
So DH's company drops the bomb that my husband will be traveling for Thanksgiving. The holiday season. Only time of year this want-to-be-mom gets to pretend to be like all the families she watches live life from facebook.
I throw a fit. Really. I was styling my hair. He broke the news. I went postal; crying, sobbing, the wiping of snot from my nose and heavy gasps for air. And, then grabbed my falt iron and proceeded to pull at my hair with it. The Dh told me that the trip would be from November 14 through December 10.
I never swear. WTF!? Thanksgiving. Decorate my house alone? No tree chopping? No egg nog? No hubby to play Christmas music while I decorate?
What company would force employees to travel during Thanksgiving. No extra pay. No advance warning, just a reminder to pack bags and get inoculations.
The DH assures me he will try his hardest to work something out.
I don't know. My solution: buy fake tree. Decorate this weekend. Sit alone next to tree every night and miss my hubby. Bypass the Thanksgiving we throw every year. Watch my friends on facebook enjoy memories with their little ones and happy husbands.
Miss my hubby. Miss our time together. Miss our traditions.