Victor just left. It’s 1:15 a.m., and this is the first time I have been without my husband since November. I guess what makes this a bittersweet situation is the circumstances.
The baby and I are heading north for vacation on Thursday. My husband is heading south tomorrow (this) morning. His flight is leaving from Monterrey, and first he has to take a bus. We won’t see each other for one month.
Have I mentioned how frustrated he gets rushing? It’s funny, lately he’s been saying, “That makes me stressing!” I kind of correct him, knowing that he has learned another new English phrase thanks to my overuse of the word stress. So, because rushing makes him “stressing,” he is leaving on the 1:30 a.m. bus to Monterrey. Poor guy. He’s got to be tired.
I can’t believe the bebita will be without her daddy. I am really hoping that tomorrow goes well for her–hopefully so, because it’s her first day of school tomorrow. ha! I have a feeling that her daddy is really going to be missing her too. Sometimes, when we go to bed at night, he will look at her and say, “We have such a great daughter.”
She is so wonderful. I am so excited for her to get to meet her aunts and uncles… all 12 of them. Not to mention that in a period of one month, she will have met 25 of her 26 cousins. Gasp! We have big families! How blessed we are!
Well, I suppose I should check to make sure that Husband-o-Mine made it safely to the bus station. You know Torreon…it’s a war zone out there. (Joking, Mama, just joking…)