move along, move along

Dean’s kidney stone has really thrown a wrench in the plans in more ways than one, but whatever, we’re dealing with it as things progress. Tomorrow he gets it broken up and then Friday the stint and the broken pieces of stone come out. The stone will be examined and that will tell him what diet changes he needs to make.

Unfortunately while he’s in the hospital dealing with this, I have to work. By the time he’s released and home, I will be home as well and if I were not leaving for Ohio the very next morning, I’d go straight to him. I need to go to bed early and catch up on sleep because we’re leaving at the ass crack of dawn on Saturday. Dean on the other hand, is going to work the next morning and then when he leaves work he’s coming to my house to take care of the furballs. Like two ships passing in the night.

Monday Dean will go back to work and I will be driving home from Ohio. I go back to work the next day, but Dean has the day off since WoW has some big expansion being released and he’s a nerd and has had the day off for like 6 months.

Friday I’m heading out of town for the day with my mom for our now annual tradition of going up to Longwood Gardens and seeing their Christmas display for her birthday gift from me. Saturday/Sunday I’m giving Dean his first Christmas gift: a weekend alone to play his WoW expansion non-stop with zero interruption from me. I’m going to spend the weekend with my mom learning treasured family recipes I’ve been denied learning until now. That was the big gift I asked from her and she agreed.

My company’s holiday party is on the 15th… that’s the next time I’ll see Dean. He’ll battle beltway traffic to come out to this party and then we’ll come home exhausted.

Dad and I are taking grandma for our own reasons. Initially I saw this as a bonding experience. I said yes to driving her back in my car because I figured the drive home would be beneficial to my strained relationship with my father. I now have no idea how I feel about this.

In total, we’ll be apart 17 days and it’s already hitting me. I realize this is nothing to some people. It used to be nothing to me. Yet here I sit feeling the exact opposite. I only get part of the weekend to see him and that’s hard enough as it is, but now I’ve got to postpone that short amount of time even further. Bah fucking humbug.

On the plus side, after this time apart we’re gonna spend the holidays together.

And then it’s our first real shot at babymaking time. Woohoo!