Definitely feeling the emptiness of the home, and he's not even gone yet.

Definitely feeling the emptiness of the home, and he's not even gone yet. His luggage is on the bed, with all his gear and CRAP all over the place, it's all just sitting there waiting for him to pack them up. I'm going to miss seeing his toothbrush next to mine, his little hairs in the sink from shaving (which in reality drive me insane!) Cover on the counter, Camis & boots on the floor.

He's decided to take a break, and take us out for some ice cream so he can talk with the kids about leaving. It's mainly for Chelsea who struggles when he's gone, he just wants to make sure she knows it's not her fault. I'm already dreading this conversation, just thinking about it is making me nauseous, but he's less then 48hours away from leaving, so it really must be said and done. Seeing those two together, her crying and him struggling to hold back the tears gets me everytime, especially when he finally breaks down. They really are lucky to have each other, and I'm so very happy that Chelsea has the relationship with her daddy that every little girl dreams of.

Anxiety is full blown, it has finally hit me....