In what will probably be surprising for some of you to read, but most surprising for my husband to read, I miss Dave.
Dave started his new job this week. He’s a workingman now. Gone early in the morning, home late at night. And I miss him.
I think I’ve gotten quite used to having him around. We worked at our last company together since March. Which means that since March of last year, we’ve been walking together to work every day, walking together with Clyde home every evening, sometimes having lunch together and spending a lot of time together every day. Since we’ve been laid off, we’ve been spending even more time together. And we’ve been having a lot of fun. And now he’s gone. And I miss him. Talking to myself all day long just gets old after about one day. Seriously. It gets old.
This weekend, Dave is in Palo Alto pursuing his life as a screenwriter. Which means that he’s gone all weekend, too. I’m going to have to learn how to really talk to him again, I think. It’s easy when we’re together all the time. If I don’t spit it out now, I’ll spit it out eventually. But now, I feel like I see him for moments. A few moments when he comes home at night. A few moments before he goes off to work in the morning. His new job isn’t one where we can even chat on IM. I have to wait all day to tell him things. I feel almost compelled to keep a list of all the things I want to remember to talk to him about and then vomit them all forth as he walks through the door!
And since he’s now a working boy, he can’t really indulge his inner teenager and stay up with me until three in the morning. I’m trying to adjust my schedule. My inner teenager isn't being so cooperative. She likes staying up all night. But I really want to be able to get up with him and have some morning time and go to bed when he does to have some cuddle time. Odd, isn't it, how all this marriage stuff works?
I really miss Dave.
