Waaaaaaahhhhhhhmbulance, party of one

I've gotten used to being taken care of in a surprisingly short period of time.

You'd think that after half a lifetime of always being the caregiver, it would take more than four months for me to be used to relying on someone else. Now that I am sicker than I've ever been, it's downright scary how much I've come to rely on Andrew. Not just on the financial support and transportation, but on the comfort of knowing he's just in the next room if I need him. I guess it's not a good attitude for a military spouse to have, since he can be called away at any time, but I'm still a happier person when he's coming home every night.

Right now he's off at a conference in VA. He was supposed to be home at the end of the week; due to an accident involving a friend's toddler attemptin to fly, her fingernail and Andrew's eye it may take a bit longer before he can safely make the drive home. I'm less than thrilled by this.

Oh well, enough with the pity party. I wish he were here. Until he is, I can get the kids to bed by myself.