Martha--YOU sound fabulous, woman! I'm so happy for you--that you were one of the fortunate few who were able to reconnect with your H2B and find a mutual desire to make things work. I pray that your future is always about that commitment.
Okay, well I'm heading back to Minneapolis again in April, which I believe counts as further east than friggin' Omaha? How far are the twin cities from you?
At any rate, have a fabulous new year and may 2008 bring you EVERYTHING you want and more!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
I think I'm about 4 hours from the Cities, so not too far. How long will you be there? Drop me an email at wllowwlk at hotmail dot com. It's my junk account. Email me there and I'll give you my regular email address if you think you'd have time.
Right this moment, I'm not horribly fabulous...just a little horrible. I'm coming down with an awful cold that is just sapping my strength and I'm feeling stretched very thin right now (stupid grad school anyway...). This has never been a good time of year for me anyway...I think I suffer from the lack-of-sun-light-dull-drums. Every fiber of my being wants to hibernate till spring.
A couple of weeks ago, H2B spent the night on a "school night". While I'm not a huge grump in the morning, I'm not exactly a morning person, either. I know, I know...shocking, isn't it?
Anyway, the way I function in the morning is pretty much being on automatic pilot, at least for the last few years since I've been living with room mates. I just get up, do my thing, and hit the bus stop at 7 a.m. It's all based on routine -- for example, I even have a routine in the shower, and if I do steps out of order, I forget to do something stupid, like wash my ears or forget to use conditioner.
Anyway, H2B was here, and his presence was just disrupting my routine. I wasn't a complete bitch about it, but it was obvious I was out of sorts. I apologized to him later in the day, and he was completely cool with it.
I know little things like this make him worry about what it will be like when we are under one roof again. For the entire course of our R, all nearly 7 yrs of it, I've always been the one who's had to get up earlier than he to get ready for work. On one hand, I like having the morning time to myself. I turn on the news, shower, feed the cat, do my hair...nothing special, but it's "my thing". And I know that when we are under one roof again, I'll accomodate and adjust my morning routine. My goal would be get up earlier so I'm not so rushed in the mornings.
To some degree, I find myself feeling just a tad resentful that a) he's a dude and it doesn't take him as long to get ready, and b) he's laying there in bed while I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off. All of that is totally stupid and I know it will go away when I am able to adjust my routine on a regular basis. I'll find another way to get my morning news jones, get my clothes out the night before so I don't have to fumble around in the dark, etc.
Anyway, that's my post about morning routines. It seems trival now, but it wasn't at the time. In the broader scheme of things, I'm looking forward to the time I'll be able to adjust my morning routine and reprogram my auto-pilot.
We'll be tied to the midwest for the next few years for family reasons. 
Every fiber of my being wants to hibernate till spring. 
I know, I know...shocking, isn't it? 
