BH has a meeting tonight so he wasn't home for dinner, bath, or bed for HD. He was away the first two days of the week so he missed them then too. I'm a little extra tired, but okay and do love - even through the tired - doing the bath and bedtime story with HD.
Before HD, on a night like tonight, I would have worked late and left at a time that would have coincided with the end of BH's meeting. We would have planned out our schedules to meet up on a subway platform somewhere between where he was and where I was. If we weren't getting on at the same stop, the person who got on first (usually me) would try to be as close to the back of the train as possible and stand near a door as the train pulled up to the station where the other person would get on the train. There would be a moment of anxious anticipation: Will he be there? Will I have to get off and wait? Will he see me? As if we hadn't just gotten out of the same bed that morning. Our track record for meeting up was pretty good - although he did have to wait for me way more than I had to wait for him...usually at least one train went by without me on it. He never got frustrated with me for it. Then, on the train, he would pull out the NYT crossword and we would do it together on the way home. If it was Monday, there might not be much left for me to help with, but he would let me take it away from him so I could get my fill. We raced through it to try to get it finished by the time we got off the train. By the end of the week, and depending on how late we were headed home, not much got done on the crossword and we would drift into conversation about our days or the dreaded question, "What should we have for dinner?" Neither of us was ever good at answering that one. Now we're better at it, but only because we have to be.
Sometimes we went out to eat, but mostly we scrounged: fruit, cereal, pasta, takeout, leftover takeout. We'd plop down on the couch and watch a show or four and go to bed.
Sometimes I miss that.
