Decided to sleep in Js bed last night, we ended up going to bed relatively early for us. Woke up to his alarm at 6am sharp, yuck. Laid there for a couple min with my arm over his waist, eyes shut, begging him not to go. I have to say I came up with some pretty good runway/escape/never go to work again plans. Saddly I was met with my typical Hil *forehead kiss* you know I don’t want to *forehead kiss*. He gets up and walks across the room wearing just flannel pajama pants and goes in to shower. Gr, I hope we don’t spend every morning the rest of our lives me begging him not to leave and him doing so anyway. We probably will tough.
I flip on the news to see what the weather will be, shocker, it’s cold. I have a feeling it won’t take me very long to begin missing Aruba. He comes. back into the room wearing boxer briefs and a wet towel draped over his shoulder…for someone whose trying to convince me not to be sad he’s leaving, he’s not doing a very good job. At least put on a shirt god damnit lol. He starts talking to me about the rest of our day as he gets dressed…I’m supposed to take Chase to the doctor once he wakes up, well see what the doctor says, hopefully he’ll just go into school an hour or two late, but he might just have to spend all day home. Which in that case, would be not so good for me. I have lunch plans with a friend, a meeting with a florist, a ton of sketching to catch up on and restaurant business to handle. Well see what happens. J had originally planned on working until the evening shift, he said if Chase stays home hell try to cut out early…blah, I hope so. It’s frustrating that I’m only home for a few days when schools out and he uses them to get more hours at work-_-
He comes over to the bed, apologizes, and tells me he loves me. *forehead kiss*. Still not forgiving him for leaving, regardless if it’s his choice or not. Pouty face in tow, I pulled on a hoodie and some fuzzy slippers and we went down to breakfast. Cheerios and bananas, it’s a lazy morning, who really feels like cooking at this hour anyway. We talk about spending time in Manhattan before we leave for Chicago. Maybe finding a babysitter for Chase and having a date night, something low key just the two of us. I’ll give him this, he knows what to promise me to make me hate him slightly less lol. *forehead kiss* he takes our dishes and puts them in the sink, tells me he has to get going. I walk him to the door and for the first time this morning actually kiss him. I tell him I love him and I’ll call him later, wish each other good days as the door shuts. Anddddd now I’m alone.
I wrap myself up in a blanket, Eskimo style, and lay on the couch with the dog as we both watch him drive off. I wonder if this is what she feels Every time we leave her alone, poor thing.
A tumblr rant later and here I am. I think I’ll let Chase sleep, no need to wake him up I suppose. I just hope everything’s okay with him.
Blahness.
