Last night after watching the fabulous new polygamy drama on HBO, I was laying in bed, alone, and thinking. There are some good things about my husband being on spring break and heading to NYC to see his friends:
I can leave my shoes wherever I want.
I can go to fabulous potluck dinner parties with my friends who live in the city (but it would have been fun for him to come with me on that one).
I can go on sushi dates with good friends I don't spend enough time with (but he would want me to go on the sushi date even if he were in town).
I have to sleep in that big bed all by myself, and after 7 months of being married, I don't like that.