My husband and M left tonight on a red-eye back to the States. J and I have to stay behind until he has his visa, which will probably take at least another two weeks.
It's all fine, in that I'm completely comfortable here in terms of living everyday life. I can take care of whatever needs to get done and we have several options of fun things to do to pass the down days.
I thought the only part that would be kinda hard (other than just missing them, of course) is how it's tough when my husband goes out of town for work. You know, you just can't tag-team with someone when you are worn out, need a break, or something comes up. There's no splitting chores. My husband usually does all the meal planning and cooking, which is huge. He also takes care of bathtime, is great with logistics and plans ahead (so I don't have to think about a lot of minutia), spends lots of quality time with the kids, and in general helps me with anything that needs to get done.
But that's not it. I know it's silly, but there's something about not just being free to leave here anytime I want that makes the separation seem so much more desperate and extreme. It's near impossible to estimate when we'll be able to follow them home, because there are so many ways and reasons we can be delayed. If I had a definite return date, I don't think I would feel this intensely.
I'm going to try to keep us busy so that the non-productive days pass quickly, but I just miss those two terribly already!