Sharing is caring

I am SO happy to have my husband back. But there is a transition that happens and I kind of forget about that part every time he goes and comes back. It takes a bit to transition into him being gone too. You really have to get in the for-the-next-little-while-I'm-responsible-for-everything mode. I don't really want to think about that right now. Back to the point, there's a transition when he comes home. And it makes me feel a little selfish, because it has to do largely with sharing. Apparently not my strong suit. I'll go a month or two (or three) largely doing my own thing. Other than my work schedule, I come and go as I please. I don't have to share the car. I buy only the groceries that I will eat without needing to plan around someone else's meals. Now all of a sudden I have to share the couch and I might be watching something on tv that I didn't pick. And I might have to share my beloved snacks. I wouldn't say these things bother me, just that I notice them. Because even with him home, there are days (like today) where he still has to be gone, and all these little things are so utterly unimportant it's kind of ridiculous.