It does. For real. Shit got real this weekend. The hubs came in Friday and we enjoyed having him home. We ate up every ounce of love we could get from him!
We are used to him being out of town for a few weeks and coming back home. Normally he only works a few hours away and we will spend our weekends with him. Now he is so far away and that isn't possible. We tried to video chat, which isn't good unless you have facetime. We don't have iphones, we own droids. #tangosucks We do talk on the phone a lot and we send pictures throughout our day. It works for us so far.
What makes this harder than any other is the fact that we go into the unknown. We don't know how long he will be working out of town. It weighs on my mind so much.
I work a 8-5 job and Zane goes to daycare and that helps us keep our minds occupied. But that thought always lingers. When will I get to see him in the flesh again? When will he get to hug his boy tight? When will I get to cuddle with him? When will we get to go to dinner as a family?
The weekend came and went. Sunday came. I cried. A lot. Steve cried. Zane cried. It was harder this time than any of the other times that he has left. Why? I can't really pin point anything other than the fact of not knowing. I fully support anything he does and he takes damn good care of us. It's just hard to be apart when we are so tight knit. I look forward to seeing him again soon! In the meantime, I try to keep our minds occupied.