My husband is gone this month for "school" for work. He left last night around 6 to drive the two hours to his hotel and find the school.
As a general rule, we do not ever spend nights apart. The kids also, particularly my 3 year old who has been sleeping on "Daddy's arm" for the last two year, are not happy he's gone.
Being extremely sick and dealing with nausea and horrible headaches is not helping the situation.
In fact, less than 5 minutes ago, I just lost my Ramon Noodle lunch down the toilet.
I feel a little like a sorry, complaining, sick little mama who just can't keep it together (or in my stomach for that matter).