Leaving

Here we go again...this time, its me leaving. There are only a few things out of place from our visit,
a pair of my skechers in the living room.
The apartment is clean.
Dishes done.
Clean sheets and duvet on the bed.
Clean towels in the bath.
You know everything that a good wife would make sure her husband had if she were cleaning his house...
I love being married and living in separate houses in separate cities...
Thank you US Army...
(yes that those last two sentences are sarcasm at its best...)...

Missing my husband...