Daddy’s leaving this weekend for a week-long business trip next week. Because he doesn’t want me to be alone, my mom is flying in from another state to spend the week with me and the kids. She’s coming tomorrow and since Daddy leaves very early on Sunday, this is really our last night alone together.
I don’t know what my problem is. We’ve been apart this long before and I was fine. Maybe it’s the past few months or the closeness of TTWD or I’m just super emotional, but I’m really having a hard time with this. I can’t concentrate on much of anything except to think that in less than 48 hours, he’ll be gone. I had nightmares last night. And my mom didn’t help much when she called to talk about how afraid she is to fly right now because of that missing plane.
Did I mention I’m not too fond of air travel? Actually terrified of it. And the one thing worse than me on a plane is Daddy on a plane without me. And since he has a connection, that means between leaving and coming back he’ll be on four of them. And then there’s the part where he won’t be coming home every night. Where I won’t get to fall asleep in his arms.
I also have my mom. Daddy wants me to relax and enjoy my time with her. And he’s going to text me and call and maybe even send e-mails if he has time. He got me a stuffed animal that smells like him to cuddle with at night and I have some surprises for him too. He also told me to enjoy my freedom because since I'm recovering so well, when he gets back he’s cracking down on a few things…
But even with all of that to fill up my life and look forward to, I still can’t help wishing I could just go to sleep today and wake up a week from now. I know it’s just a week and I have friends who’ve survived so much longer. Months and even years. So I should feel like a rotten person for even whining about this. But I’m not them. And today I just don’t have the strength.
Daddy, I’m really going to miss you.