back to reality

Quinn left this morning.  It was sad and good at the same time.  I know that his leaving means I’m a step closer to going home but it also means it’s back to being isolated again.

This weekend was fun.  I had lots of sex (which I really missed and so really enjoyed).  I got to spend almost 4 days straight with my baby, not even separating to go to classes like when we were at school.  And yet we didn’t fight.  Ok, we fought at one point but that wasn’t us, that was his flight getting delayed and him missing his connection and so we were winging it trying to get him home and of course my family starts getting all upset thinking he’s being selfish ("Why can’t he just spend the night in the airport?") and that he expected me to solve his problem (which he didn’t, he was solving it, he was just trying to include those of us he was inconveniencing by being here another night).  There was also a big blow-up with my mom on the 4th while we were at Disney.  It pretty much ruined my evening so we didn’t even stick around to see the fireworks.  But it’s ok.  We are mostly working it out and he got home safe.

Now I’m just trying to contain myself for the next 2 weeks and 2 days.  We leave on Thursday in 2 weeks and at that point i’ll be just this side of freaking out.  We’ll get home on Friday.  I should see Quinn Friday night.  We are supposed to go to his mom’s that Saturday although my mom is throwing a fit since that is my birthday but you know, I think I can decide what I want to do for my birthday.  But it’s not like I don’t want to see my family for my birthday.  I just don’t necessarily want to spend the whole day.

Oh well.  I suppose I’ll sort it out later.  Things are just…static right now.

~*~*~Blessed Be~*~*~