My husband has been out of town for the last couple of days, so I’ve been on my own. I was too tired the first night to do anything but fall into bed, but last night I ate leftovers, painted my nails all pinky-purple and glittery, and watched a marathon of America’s Next Top Model.
And you know what? It was glorious.
I love nothing more than nights alone with my husband — talking about our days, eating a good dinner, cuddling on the couch… all that good stuff.
That said, though, my night alone was a treat — I could do whatever ridiculous girls-only thing I wanted (like watch bad TV and obsess over how much glitter to layer over my pinky-purple polish) and nothing I didn’t (like make dinner or share the remote).
THAT said — I miss my husband, and I’m so glad he’s coming home tonight. Shoving a chair under our door handle to keep bad guys out like they do in the movies is just downright embarrassing.
What what what!!!!!! You enjoyed a night without me? Poor sad little ol’ me
. Joking! 
It totally goes both ways and I believe it to be totally healthy and natural! 
Now the paranoia or feeling of insecurity warranting a chair behind the door…..hmm I can offer a totally reassuring security solution to that
(or a number of them)