Having a long distance relationship for the the past 2 years has dramatically changed the way DrH and I interact with each other.
Our evenings are currently very seperate. We both manage to finish work, but now he has to walk the dog, while I get to walk home and watch an absolutely terrible Telenovella called Verliebt in Berlin.
I can´t explain it- it has me in it´s clutches.
Maybe he then goes to the gym. Meanwhile maybe I go to Aikido, or, more likely, convince colleagues that a round of cocktails is in order.
We talk briefly at about 8pm, before I kick him off the phone because CSI has started.
Then we talk again at 11pm. He´s ready to go out with the dog for the final evening peeing event, while I´m tucked into bed. We chat, we say I love you, we say good bye, I roll over and go to sleep.
So when we are actually together on weekends things are getting tough. My routine is broken, I´m not sure how to get to sleep anymore. I lay awake for hours because something JUST ISN´T RIGHT.
But now, we´ve worked it out.
Get into bed.
Turn out the light.
Say I love you.
Say good bye.
Turn my back on my husband and snuggle the pillow.
Give it a kiss goodnight and fall asleep.