So my H is out of the country on business (12 hr time difference) and now I get to obsess over whether he will call me or whether to suck it up and call him. Does anyone else feel like they're in high school?
His business trip couldn't have come at a worse time. We still haven't decided what we're doing for Christmas and we were finally starting to make progress. Now I'm not going to see him or really be able to talk to him until the end of next week. AAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Sometimes I feel like everything I've gone through is my punishment for being a writer. I mean really, how many good writers are there who haven't somehow screwed up their lives. And I was worried that having kids would change my perspective as a writer. I think all of this has changed me far more than having children will.
