October has arrived and that means soon my husband will depart. He’s leaving on Monday for a quick visit to his family in Texas. Then he’ll be here for one day. The following day, he’ll load up our silly red Cadillac, turn right on I-5, drive 1,181 miles, and exit from I-5.
This has been the longest, slowest transition in history and so until he actually loads up the Cadillac and drives away, there’s a part of me that simply doesn’t believe this is really happening.
(January to October is nine months, the usual incubation period of a pregnancy. Coincidence? Probably.)
As part of his farewell tour to Washington state, he’s taking our daughter to her soccer game tomorrow morning. They have to arrive at 8:30 a.m. (ON A SATURDAY! Hello, soccer-game-schedulers . . . are you aware that Saturday is meant for sleeping in?)
Anyway, I deeply appreciate this gesture from my husband. I hope to be snoring at 8:30 tomorrow morning.
I have been practicing being the only adult in the house. Tonight, for instance, I killed a spider with nothing but my slipper-covered foot. (And then I made a teenager pick up the spider carcass with a napkin and throw it away because I am scared of spiders, even if they are pre-squished.)
Only nine and a half months to go. Send Raid Max. And cookies. (I prefer homemade chocolate chip with walnuts.)