It’s funny. Today I was jealous of Mouse. Here I am in Australia, one of the coolest locales imaginable, and I was jealous of him. He called at the crack of my dawn, as I was sleepily getting ready for an early shift. It was his Sunday afternoon, and he was enjoying a day of football and bottomless mimosas with some buddies at the local brewpub. I could tell he was having a great time. People were cheering in the background. He sounded so relaxed and happy. (A dozen mimosas will do that to you, though.) And here I was, preparing myself for another day of multiple diaper changes. No fair! At that moment, he was having loads of fun and I was jealous. What burned even more was that he was having all of this fun without me, and I cannot stand feeling left out. While it was good to hear his voice, it was a slightly irksome way to begin my day. As I drove to work and started my shift, all I could think about was him having a grand time without me. Hmph!
I knew that this was bound to happen. It’s one of the pitfalls of being in a long-distance relationship. I don’t really expect him to sit alone at home and pine away for me, just as he wouldn’t expect that of me. It’s just that I want to be included in all of the fun. I don’t want to miss out on anything. But, for now, I have to reconcile with the notion that all of our fun must be had separately. I also have to remind myself it won’t be like this forever. So, I just have to suck it up and deal with it. Besides, football Sundays will be there waiting for me when I finally make my way back home.
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