What it's like when Joe is gone

I sleep with the hallway light on all night long, you could say I am afraid of the dark, but when Joe is home somehow it doesn't bother me. When Joe is gone I get spooked by the slightest sound, I always let Tank in the house, I have to admit having a pitbull can bring a lot of comfort. He is good to me, that old boy, he is 10 years old and I will cry when he goes. I say silent prayers, for some reason saying them out loud when Joe is away feels weird even though I know it shouldn't. Before church I get a bit of anxiety thinking about sacrament meeting with a 2 yr old and a newborn by myself. I think about how I would react if someone came in the house, if all panned out how I think about it, it doesn't end well for them. I jump at every chance to get out of the house and socialize. Joe and I talk every night possible, and I send picture messages of his girls at least 2 a day. I miss him a lot. I think about him. I watch chick flicks, and it makes me miss Joe even more. I count down the days, until he should be home. I wonder if I should be more independent, and not think about him being gone. I go to bed too late, and then my girls wake me up at least once every night, somehow all three girls end up in the same bed by morning. I love waking up with my girls crowding me out of my own bed.
I am thankful that Joe isn't overseas fighting a war, and that he is only gone for 2 weeks at a time, even if he ends up being gone for about the entire summer. I think that summer is pretty much over.