Where's the Garbage Can?

That's exactly what came out of my mouth this morning as I was rushing out to work with a bag of garbage in my hand to put in the garbage can.  WTH??? Where's the garbage can? It's not where it has been for EVER...especially over the past 14 months. After spinning around in a complete circle I spy it off to the right of the garage doors - it's been moved to a NEW location...(ahem) not by me!

This morning as I'm getting around for work I turn around in the bathroom and run smack into my husband. After I shrieked I decided I may need to tie a bell around his neck for a while. I'm not used to having anyone else to skirt around in my morning routine. He had rounded the bathroom door so stealthy that I had not heard him amid all of my primping (which is now confined to just 1/2 of the bathroom vanity) and he scared the hell out of me!

And there's a man in my bed!! Okay...that part is really quite awesome! It took us both a few nights to get used to feeling a body laying next to each other but we've gotten the hang of that one by now. It also helps that we got a new mattress set and the "quality time" (at our age its all about quality not quantity) together has filled in the gaps of time deployment created.

We are 6 days into reintegration. I am back to work and he is head down and butt up in home projects. By the time I left for work at 7am he had 1/4 of the privacy fence down and and had already plotted a new fence on paper (or in his head - same thing). My husband is not a gamer, a sport enthusiast, or a reader...give him a hammer, nails and a saw - or a shovel, trees and a wheel barrow - and he is a happy camper. So while I'm making the bacon, he's burning some major calories in the back yard.

Ahhh....I feel like I have just awakened from a year-long sleep and it's wonderful!