Grass widow

I have yet again become what the Icelanders call a grass widow. That means my boyfriend has gone to sea. Well he first has to fly to Dusseldorf and from there to Las Palmas to fetch the ship and be part of the crew that sails it home. So this means I might not see him for two weeks to well hell it could be I wont see him until late August if things go well (mean well for him like fishing loads and making loads of money so we can buy a new place).

It will be hard for me not to fall into the old routine of eating crap and ordering in like a mad woman now that he is gone. That has been my usual behavior up till now. It will be hard and I hope not to screw it up.

The only good thing about being a grass widow is.... I get to sleep sideways if I so choose. Yup I like my space hahaha. He would probably say the below picture is accurate. In the old days he would go to the toilet during the night and come back and have to sleep on the other half of the bed because I had somehow taken over his half. That caused a few confused mornings for me at first hahaha.