I had a tough week last week. There were some tough days, some tears, some sadness. In less than a month, we are moving, and I will finally be living in the same town as my husband. Last week was hard. I was missing P a lot, and I knew we were not going to see each other this weekend. I felt really sad and alone all last week, all I wanted was family time. This 6 month work seperation has begun to take its toll on me. I have no idea how military families do it, and I have even more respect for them now, than I ever have.
But, I had the 2nd best thing happen this weekend--my parents came in town. They got here Friday afternoon, and they hung out at the house until I got home, around 11 p.m. I had event Friday night, and it ended really late.
We had a great weekend. We ate good food, celebrated my mom's birthday on Saturday, and mothers day today! We shopped a little, watched movies, played in the river, and ran some errands. Besides P, it was just what the doctor ordered for me. I feel better, refreshed, and ready to go another week until P comes home this weekend.