DH is currently working away in Perth, Western Australia. The DC and I are in Brisbane. He comes back for the weekend every other week (ie, we see him for 4 days a month).
I've missed him. It's been like this for 3 months and it's crap. I'm from the UK so I have no family of any kind here, and friends who are still at the pretty superficial stage as we've only lived here for just over a year.
We speak on the phone most evenings, although often too late to talk to the dc (Perth is 2 hours behind Brisbane, he's still at work when the dc go to bed, and thou shalt never contact him at work he's not obtainable by me in work hours.
So tonight (cos that's what it is here - 8.30pm) I schlep with the kids to the airport and he basically stumbles off the plane because he's drunk so much.
To the point that I had to hold onto him as he went up the up travelator as he was stumbling backwards. Very 
He's gone to bed. I'm sitting here in tears with my plans for catching up totally ruined. Ah yes. He's started snoring, and that means there is no point me going to bed tonight as he'll snore all night at a volume which is unbearable.
This is very self pitying of me isn't it. I'd just missed him and wished that he could have drunk his bodyweight in wine on a night when he was in Perth. 
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