Three Day Crisis Averted!

I’ve got such a cute boyfriend.

Mid-morning Saturday, as I am standing in the front yard watching one of my girls climb a tree, my cell phone rings. I reach into the pocket of my favorite Fort Myers Beach hoody and read “Captain” across the screen of my phone. Yay :) Upon my answering, Mark informs me that he has left retirement party numero uno and has just driven past the site of our first date. Therefore, he is thinking of me and missing me and he is coming to see me. I am one happy 24/3 nanny-lady! A surprise visit was not on our weekend schedule and we weren't completely separated for three whole days after all! We run a few errands with the girls, and then the two of us have a lovely little lunch while the kids play in the other room. After a few hours he has to leave for retirement party numero dos and the girlies and I are off to get my lovely vehicle a new set of tires. Sad face. Kisses, hugs, “I already miss you”s… and we are back to square one until Sunday night.

Or should I say Monday morning. Mark tried desperately to wait up for me on Sunday night, but his sleep got the best of him around 11:30 and I didn’t walk through the front door until after midnight. Bosses flight delayed. Bummer, but whatchya gonna do ‘bout it. So, I put the groceries in the fridge/freezer/cabinet, brush my teeth, trip over a jumble of our shoes in the dark, and slide into bed. He’s sort of awake because his breathing changed and he snuggled into me, but we were both way too exhausted to acknowledge my arrival home in any elaborate fashion. (I later felt very guilty about my exhaustion when I wake up and realize I had received a text from my mom shortly after 1 a.m. stating “Just wanting to make sure you got home safely. Love you!!!” Oops. Needless to say, I called Mama as soon as Mark’s SUV pulled out of the driveway.)

Monday morning felt like jet lag. We both lay there, not moving, talking softly to each other like there was someone else in the house we didn’t want to wake. Then, as we concluded our little mini separation with survival and a great sense of relief, life gets back to normal… eggs, oatmeal, lunch packed, snack packed, lunch box love letter zipped into top compartment, briefcase, and he’s out the door. Alone again with four hours until I have to be at work. So I go to the grocery store (we are out of dish soap), I cook, and I clean – somewhat – and I chat on the phone with Mama and my best cousin forever Jen the BCF.

Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention the surprises I got last week. Two cook books (in love with cook books!) and a long cream wool sweater handmade in Ireland. SO can not WAIT to wear it for St. Patrick’s Day this year! Not only is my boyfriend cute, but he spoils me too!