Y'know (or perhaps you don't) one of the difficult parts of being half of a split household is that you're continually running across things that you need and actually own; however, the only problem is they're not where you are. So tonight, for example, I decide to make one of those great Bertoli pasta meals in a bag for dinner (if you aren't aware of these then you need to be. Open bag, dump contents in skillet, a delicious meal in 10 minutes. It takes me longer than that to decide which of these delish dishes I'm going to buy at the grocery store than to cook one).
So after the requisite 10 minutes, I reach in the cupboard for something to put my Chicken Alla Vodka & Farfalle on and there in front of me are the only bowls I have from the new dishware set I bought at Target last week. So of course, I'm immediately struck with the thought, "oh I wish I had my pasta bowls; unfortunately, they're over 1,000 miles away."
The more difficult realization is that Nigel, who has custody, wouldn't know a pasta bowl from a colander (in fact he probably thinks the latter is the former). Still, as the person who is basically responsible for creating the split household, I felt an obligation to leave most of our shared home as intact as possible. So no pasta bowls. I wonder if they miss me as much as I miss them?
So after the requisite 10 minutes, I reach in the cupboard for something to put my Chicken Alla Vodka & Farfalle on and there in front of me are the only bowls I have from the new dishware set I bought at Target last week. So of course, I'm immediately struck with the thought, "oh I wish I had my pasta bowls; unfortunately, they're over 1,000 miles away."
The more difficult realization is that Nigel, who has custody, wouldn't know a pasta bowl from a colander (in fact he probably thinks the latter is the former). Still, as the person who is basically responsible for creating the split household, I felt an obligation to leave most of our shared home as intact as possible. So no pasta bowls. I wonder if they miss me as much as I miss them?
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