And I really shouldn’t be…
I know I have a metric shit-ton of things to be thankful for, that this is probably one of the greatest periods in my life… Everything is moving along effortlessly, I’m happy, healthy…
But I’m grumpy.
I realized today that I’m going to get a total of four hours with my boyfriend this week. I haven’t seen him since… Sunday, April 17th… Or maybe that Monday morning. IT WAS SO LONG AGO I CAN’T REMEMBER.
And I’m pouting. The reason we get so little time this weekend? Work.
I’m teaching a workshop in Atlanta on Saturday morning. As such, I can’t go and spend the night with him in Athens on Friday night because if I did that, I would have to leave on Saturday morning at like 6am to make it to my class.
He’s working on Saturday until like… 10pm.
Then he’s working on Sunday from like 10-4.
I have to be back to get the kidlet after dinner time on Sunday night. So count ’em… Like two hours on Saturday after he gets off work before we go to sleep… And like two hours on Sunday after he gets off work and I have to head back.
The silver lining:
- We both have careers that are fulfilling and that we’re successful at and that bring us money.
- At least we get those four hours.
- Distance makes the heart grow fonder. (Though, this is also like a dagger in my heart!)
I was whining about this on Facebook. That’s all I ever do on Facebook, whine and complain. Yep, I’m THAT friend. Oh, and I also post hilarious links like this one or awesome links like this one. But I’d guess that at least 85% of what I post on Facebook is either whining or bitching or both.
So I’m all pity-party melancholy on my Facebook status tonight: ”
What I wouldn’t give for a half an hour even with my boyfriend right now. Living apart sucks.
And it does! And my best friend said, “This is why people move in together.”
And I’m all, “Oh, yep. Yep. You’re right.” Thinking about how we’ll live together eventually and start to get on each other’s nerves… Makes me smile.
Breaking news though — While I was typing this post tonight, the boyfriend called. He’s going to schlep down here for breakfast with me tomorrow. “Good! That makes me so happy!” As if I’m the only one that is getting the big treat. God, I can’t wait until our lives are a bit more normal.