After a long day at work I'm up later than I should be. Bones and GCB were calling to me from my Hulu queue. I enjoyed having two GCBs to watch but every time the commercials came on, in that moment of silence I was reminded that my husband hasn't spoken to me since I put our daughter to bed.
Though I sit at my desk trying to keep myself occupied all I want is for him to come by and ask to do something with me. I hear his video game from the office. He's been playing for three hours, he is hiding from the fact his business trip got cancelled. He wants the time to himself, I know but I want some time with him.
I decided the other day that we had given sex up for lent. It had been longer than that but it seemed like a logical way to start back up; lent was over. It was a way to get him to be interested in me again. We are two days past the break in our drought; maybe it was just a single drop of rain not a start to the rainy season.
Midget is home sick tomorrow. I will take it as a good thing to stay home a day with the little one not a mandate from the daycare on the state or a cold shoulder from my husband that yet again his job is more important than mine and I should always be the one that takes off.
For now all I want is to hear Midgets breathing, to comfort me that she is still there and safe and to remind me she is also there for me and that I need to be there for her.
Good Night,
Amanda
