Welcome Home, Hubby

It's a big day in the Mills family: After two and a half weeks in the UK (without us!), my husband is coming home.

It's been a weird holiday. My hub is a lot like our daughter: Both are a tad high maintenance. They crave a lot of attention from me, and as I would have a lot fewer interruptions while he was away, I anticipated catching up on a lot of projects.

I didn't even come close. A funny thing happened after I dropped him off at the airport on June 19: I felt overwhelmingly lonely. It was Megan's last day of school and she was going straight to a friend's house for a big party and theoretically, I had 12 hours to write, to catch up on paperwork, to clean, to research...

...I did none of that. I couldn't focus. I ended up watching R-rated British television shows on DVD (stuff I can't view when the kid is around), and missing everyone terribly.

Megan had another birthday party the following day -- only this time it was a sleepover. Again, I did a lot of NOTHING, and I was the first parent to show up at the birthday girl's house for pickup on Sunday.

His absence was one of the reasons I accepted so many PR offers over the last couple of weeks (which I am still trying to write about). It's why I took a short trip of my own to Vegas last week (which I'll post about tomorrow - or Tuesday).

I get weirded out when my husband isn't home. I rarely mention it on the blog until after the fact... you never know who is reading this thing. And I tend to get really paranoid about it late at night. I know it's a little strange, as I lived alone as a single gal for many years before I met him. But that was in a garden-style apartment building with a little courtyard and a lot of neighbors and we all looked after one another. The house we live in now is on a decent-sized lot and a street that gets more traffic than I would like; I'm not all that friendly with our neighbors. When my husband goes away on business (or to visit his family), I find myself wishing we had a dog. At any rate, the overhead light in the living room has been on 24 hours a day since he left. I can't wait to turn it off.

But most of all, I can't wait to get him home, distractions and everything. My husband makes me laugh. You can see how in his guest post below, where he reports on what it's like to go to Wimbledon (and have rental car trouble and deal with an old, incontinent dog and lots of other things).