I just got a phone call from my husband.

It’s made me all giddy-like.

Not that it was a particularly earth shattering conversation or anything (he just wanted to know what he should pick up for dinner), but we haven’t seen each other in a while and this week, it actually looks like we’ll have some evenings together.

When you live together, it is easy to forget to make time to see each other – hence the ships passing in the night thing.

Alex’s shifts haven’t been meeting up with mine – our days off have been all over the place and when we do have time off together, we have both been committed to other things.

So it’s probably been two or so weeks since we actually had quality time together.

And while having too much time apart is obviously not a good thing, there are advantages to not living in each other’s pockets.

For one thing, I am actually looking forward to seeing him this week.

Not that I ever dread seeing him (except when he’s found the credit card bill) but sometimes, I tend to take it for granted.

When you are dating, seeing your partner is always exciting – you make an effort with your appearance, you try and make your time together special and because you don’t see each other all the time, you tend to make every moment count.

But that kinda falls by the wayside after you have seen what each other looks like after a big night out with friends, sick with some ghastly mutant virus or have gotten so angry or frustrated with your partner you have thrown a laptop at their head. Ahem, for instance.

So when you have spent a lot of time together, you tend to stop making time to actually see each other.

A quick dinner conversation about how your day went, what you are doing on the weekend and whose turn it is to do the dishes, doesn’t really a fulfilling relationship make.

Not when I remember the marathon phone conversations we had when he was in Queensland and I was in Tamworth waiting for him to move down.

If I haven’t seen my friends in a while, I make time to catch up with them.

Same goes for my family – as annoying as they are.

But because I live with Alex and we do sort of see each other when we get home for work, it’s easy to forget to make time to actually see each other.

The upside being I still get flashes of that first-love bloom.

Now, if I can only think of something to wear...