This is the first week that Hubby’s finally getting to spend his week in Little Rock without having to drive back and forth everyday.  It’s going to be much easier on Hubby because working 10 hours and driving two hour each way made for a very long day and a very short night.  He’d come in at night, eat and go to bed.  He was getting so worn out that it was affecting his memory, his mood and he was utterly exhausted all the time.

I’m handling all of this just fine.  He’s doing what he has to do and I don’t worry so much about him because he’s not having to make that long drive twice every day.  However, Mickey isn’t handling it all well. 

I think Mickey is having separation anxiety.  I can’t leave the room that he doesn’t start throwing a wild ass hissy screeching fit.  I step back into the room and he quits screeching.  It would be almost comical if it weren’t so sad.

So, I’ve moved my laptop off of the table and am spending my time in the livingroom with him.  Since I’ve moved into the livingroom he spends a lot of time perched upon the top of my monitor.  When he gets tired of sitting there he will fly down to the couch and walk all over it and me. 

Other than spending more time with him, I don’t know what else to do.  I will not get another bird to keep him company.  We’ve been down that road and one bird is plenty.  Normally he’s a happy bird and this is the first time that he’s reacted this way to Hubby being gone any length of time.  Hopefully it won’t last long.