Dear Husband,

I just wanted to let you know that I miss you. Ever since you started your new job, we have been two ships passing in the night. Or maybe more like two ships passing out and passing gas in the night (but I hear that's fairly standard for married folks).

While I was in the shower this morning, pressing my forehead against the wall, trying to salvage a few extra moments of fake sleep (you know you do it too), a picture of last night flashed through my mind and I honestly could not remember if I fell asleep on the couch while waiting for you to get home, or if I had in fact gone up to bed and fallen asleep while watching Bride Wars for the umpteenth time, anticipating your arrival. I vaguely remember Whinnie barking (and possibly peeing?) in excitement when you opened the bedroom door. And I think I asked you if you had been home for a while, or if you had just gotten home at that moment. But in all actuality, I have no idea if those things truly happened, or if I dreamt them.

While I greatly appreciate that you are makin' the bacon (which I am contentedly spending on Christmas gifts), I miss our evenings of snuggling up on the couch to watch countless reruns of Numb3rs. I miss our gourmet hamburger helper meals. I miss how Whinnie used to sleep all evening because she had been so busy curiously following you from room to room all day. And just last night, our DVR told me we had better watch the 3 recorded episodes of Flash Forward that it is storing before it deletes them forever.

I know this will pass. Eventually things will calm down again and we'll be on better matching schedules. I just want you to know that now that you are back to work, while our checking and savings accounts appreciate what you're doing, as do our unborn children (oh sorry, that slipped out), I sort of miss you being jobless. Solely in a totally selfish IWantToSeeMyHusbandEveryFreeMinuteOfEveryDay sort of way.

I am so very proud of you and all that you do. Temporary job, or permanent career, I'm a lucky girl to have someone who so willingly wants to support me, and our future babies (sorry, that just keeps slipping out). And I would not want you to quit working just to satisfy my selfish needs (because baby has some selfish shopping and bill paying needs too, wink wink).

BUT DAMMIT -- This Friday night we're ordering Chinese food and watching 4 hours of DVR'd TV while we snuggle on the couch and Whinnie tries to stuff toys in your mouth -- because, DAMMIT -- I miss you.

Thank you for everything you do, love of my life!

I love you with all my heart,
Wifey