January 1st starts tax season and it doesn't end until May 1st. Tax season means that Corby is now working at least 6 days a week. It means his work days last at least 12 hours. And now, the first week of February means that Corby is off to Dallas/Plano for the next 6 weeks. Living in a hotel. Leaving me at home in Fort Worth alone. This is the first time that I've been alone in our home. And I am the most paranoid person you will ever meet. (I think part of my paranoia is due to the fact that I watch wayyyy too many crime shows!) Seriously, I will sleep with lights on and will toss and turn with every little noise I hear. Nonetheless, he left last night to drive to Dallas in preparation for the audits that he will be working on for the next several weeks.
I already miss him like crazy.
I will still get to see him on the weekends. Sort of. On Saturday's he will be working a full day (at least 8-5) in his office in Fort Worth. He will be with me on Sunday's unless he has to work. Then every Sunday night... Back to Dallas. Hmph!
While writing this post, I start to think how selfish I really am. I give up my husband to the accounting world of Dallas (which is only a little over an hour away) for a measly six weeks. While I have friends who's husbands or loved ones are serving our country and risking their lives over seas for 12+ months at a time. I have no room to complain. I still get to see him on the weekends. I can talk to him every night. For those of you who do have a loved one serving our country, you have my utmost respect. I don't know how you do it.
I am selfish. I am human. And I miss my sweet husband. I miss having someone to snuggle with and someone to come home too!
