DH went to Afghan a fortnight ago.
It's the fifth time he's been away for a four-monther since we've been together, second time he's missed Christmas, and the second time since we've had DD. It shouldn't feel any different, but this time it does and I'm not sure why.
DD is 3, and is being brilliant. No tears, just questions, and perfectly happy with the situation.
It just feels like March is so far away. It's horrible. Just wanted to vent really.