Trevor is Hunting! Damnit...

So I thought I'd whine. Can I whine? Are you entitled to more whining when your pregnant, or have I exceeded my daily allotment? You know, in my head I know that it's wonderful that Trevor goes hunting. He LOVES it. It's a good break for him. He rarely is away from me and it's good for him to go out and be on his own. He loves spending time with his dad in the woods, with nature. He said the other day that for him, hunting isn't about "getting." It's about just being out there. This man who can't stand to get up early every morning will rise at 4:30 with a practical spring in his step (for him) at the prospect of sitting for hours, still as a mouse, waiting for an unsuspecting animal to stride by so he can shoot it with an arrow. So hooray for Trevor! Have fun! But OH it sucks to be me. I think I wouldn't be so bad if the hunt didn't come right after the summer, where I've spent loads of time alone all day, and the excitement of "alone-time" and reading a good book or playing a game uninterupted on the comptuer has totally worn off. I have NO IDEA what to do with myself when he's gone. And it's only the first weekend! So friends, if you are reading this blog and laughing at me, have a heart. CALL ME. And give me something to friggin' DO! (Babysitting your kids not included in offer. Offer expires August 25th and will commence on August 30th. All rules and restrictions apply. Batteries sold separately.)