Craig finally got our tickets for the UK. Finally. We leave in 2 weeks, which seems horribly soon to me considering everything. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing, I'm going to admit. I love Craig to death, don't get me wrong, but he's a workaholic who unfortunately is far too good at his job, so everybody relies on him. I miss him. I'm going to miss him more when we're in the UK. The kids and I are staying with Craig's parents (so yes, this will mean I will have lived with my inlaws---in one way or another---for 2 months), and Craig's going to split his time between spending the night with us and spending the night in Colchester where the office is. Which means I'll see him even less than I do now, not to mention the month I'm going to be alone after the kids and I come back from the UK.
Am I pathetic for being so lonely?
Here it is, 10:50 at night, and Craig's on the phone with his team in India. He's been on the phone for the last hour. He didn't even get home until 7:30, though at least he took the time to eat dinner and watch tv with me until 10. I'll be asleep long before he comes to bed. I'll be asleep when he leaves in the morning, too, because he's taken to leaving at 6:30am in order to beat the traffic. That means he's at the office from 7am until nearly 7pm. It terrifies me that he's working himself into an early grave.
We have tentative plans to go out tomorrow night. He says that he's booked tomorrow afternoon off from the office, but he said that last week, and didn't get home until his usual 7ish. If he does make it home, we're going out for dinner and a movie. Fingers crossed. Part of me is convinced it's not going to happen.