....the garbage piles up.
....the kids decide to target me for their pillow fights.
....I hear "how many days til daddy comes home?" several times a day.
....the house seems unusually quiet once 7pm rolls around, and the kids are snuggled into their beds.
....every noise in the house seems to startle me, even though I know it's nothing.
....I am so umotivated to cook anything, since it's only me, and you appreciate my cooking more than I do.
....I stay up later than usual, waiting for that one last phone call from you, just calling to say good night.
....I miss you terribly.
Hurry home my dear, I love you....get some rest.
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I miss you so badly dear. I hate it here. I can't wait to come home to my family. I hope I don't have to leave again for a long, long time.
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