When my hubby informed me that he would be going for reservist some months back... I thought, what was the big deal. Then he said he would be going to S. Africa and that it would be 3 weeks. And that also didn't unfaze me. I didn't give it much thought since I have always been independent and I do a great job with Lucas. And hey, he was away for longer stint; 2 years in Oz, 1 year in US and in between travels. I managed pretty well on my own back then.
Well, he is gone but for 2 hours and already I'm starting to lose sleep and miss him. Maybe it is becos hubby decided to share that the place he was going is laced with land mines, or the slow knowledge that is starting to sink that 3 weeks is not short... esp. when I can't even recall when it was that he last went overseas.
Once again, I have over-rated my sense of self-independence. This is probably no surprise to some good pals of mine. They had always amused themselves laughing at how I used to think naively that I could manage a bawling baby, while doing some other work. Or that child discipline is a matter of just instilling the right amount of fear. Over time, I have learnt that one of my biggest flaw is I over estimated myself... me and my inflated ego.
Anyway, so here I am, not being able to sleep and already counting the days to my hubby's return. This is going to be a very long and tedious wait.
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