I just wanted one morning, one single morning this month where we didn’t have to set an alarm. One morning that we could sleep in – in the same bed and not leave that bed until we wanted to.
Until Brian’s phone rang before 7:45.
By 8:03, he was out the door to cover a breaking news story. My less-than-perfect self runs through a whole slew of emotions every time this happens. Pissed at his boss for not calling someone else. Pissed at him for never saying no. Proud of him for being the amazing person and photographer he is. Angry that our quiet morning at home will be ruined. Excited for a few quiet hours alone to catch up on some things.
I’m trying to hold onto that last one – where I can savor a few hours to do things like fix a few missing images in the new blog format and get posts like this one written. But in a month where he’s already been gone for a week covering March Madness, and where he’ll be out of state again next weekend for a professional development thing, it can be hard.
Sometimes, often, being a photo wife is lonely business. Yet I couldn’t imagine my life any other way. I couldn’t imagine Brian in a nine to five gig – it’s just not who he is. So I’m trying to savor the moment, and embracing a Saturday morning spent with a cup of coffee and broken blog links. If you are having a grumpy Saturday morning, friends, you are not alone.
