I hate (and I mean hate) it when my chemistry professor says this phrase. "How do you eat an elephant?" It is the most ridiculous thing ever. Who would try to eat an elephant? By themselves? Not me that's for sure. Whenever he says it I roll my eyes (which I am fairly good at as it turns out) and in unison the entire class says, "One bite at a time."
I apologize Mr. pH for rolling my eyes all those times. I promise if you say it today I won't. I get it now... I really do get it.
You see, husband is leaving next week... and he will be gone for 8 weeks! That's 60 flippin' days of being here by myself. And I am freaking out just a tad. I mean... 3 weeks was bad enough last time but 8 weeks? I don't think I can do it... I really really don't.
And I can't go with him. I have school... and work. I have shed a few tears so far and I know more are on their way. Why do I have to be such a baby!?
Then I realized something
Those 60 days are going to be my "elephant"
And I have to eat that elephant one stinkin' bite at a time
Eating my elephant is going to be hard and looooooooooong (that's what she said)
but seriously these next 60ish days are going to be rough
But we can do it
Husband set up Skype for us last night... so at least I will get to see him on my computer screen.