The Husband... leaving town

My husband left for the airport with his boys at around 1:45 today and I snapped a couple shots as he was trying to walk out the door because he just looked too hot not to document it. He is wearing his jacket {shown} on the plane so he doesn't have to pack it and it is ninety degrees outside. Boys have such an easy time packing for trips. He has two backpacks and that's it! One of his backpacks is carrying his Xbox. Because how can one stay at a hotel, awaiting a Sunday football game, and not play a little Madden prior?

If I were going away, I'd have a carry-on plus two bags to check, at least. I can't help it. I'm like Rachel Zoe that way; I need options. A girl changes her mind ya know? {or feels fat in that outfit today}

But here's how my mind really works.

As he's about to leave and I'm hugging and kissing him and telling him to come home safely to me, my mind is racing with irrational thoughts. The main crazy goes something like this: Great, I finally get knocked up and you die in the plane crash and leave me pregnant and a single mother. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

Now, I'm not pregnant {that I know of} yet. But this month I thought I was going to ovulate while he was gone and have no chance of making a baby. But, the universe must have finally heard my plea because I got my period two days early this month which meant that I ovulated two days earlier as well. Right BEFORE he left.

I know, I know. I'm crazy. But here begins my 2-1/2 days without him. And what have I done so far? Blogged :) ...okay, that's not ENTIRELY true ...I finished watching "Nancy Drew" first. And, it might officially be my new favorite movie. Seriously, am I 12?