And what happens after “transition day” — the day that my husband comes home from one of his two-week business trips across the sea?

Well, it’s like this:

• Suddenly, the kitchen sink is full of dirty dishes — more dishes than I used in two weeks — because we had a big Sunday dinner at home
• The master bedroom walk-in closet filled up with dirty laundry.  It doubled in just a matter of moments from what had been here before!
• The blankets and quilt are bunched up and pulled to the floor on his side of the bed. 
• I had to call and ask him if the cat had been given his pill this morning.  (I took the day off.)  When I’m here alone, if I don’t do it, it doesn’t get done so no questions need to be asked.
• There is an empty wine bottle in the recycling basket.  That doesn’t happen when he’s gone.
• The pantry is full and the refrigerator is stocked.  HE went to the grocery store yesterday!
• There was someone to cuddle up with on the couch and talk to last evening.
• There will be another homecooked meal this evening.  HE’S the chef around here!
• The birds and squirrels and deer got fed first thing this morning because he went outside to do it before he left for work.
• There will be a reason to look forward to 5:00 PM when HE comes home from work.