My husband left the house early this morning for Las Vegas, for an annual conference. He’s due back late Friday afternoon. In the meantime, I have the kids all to myself. If today were actually a day of rest, I might not have minded so much. But Gingersnap had a game today (the football team she cheers for made it to the second round of the playoffs). And since we were halfway to my Mom’s place (a nursing home in the suburbs of a large city), we trekked out to visit with her. Unfortunately, it wasn't the best visit. The kids were ill behaved, and my mom wasn't doing well. I poured myself a stiff drink or three when I got home.
The rest of the week should be uneventful. This is both good and bad. I'll have time to rest in the evenings, but that also means I won't have much to keep my mind occupied. Friday cannot get here fast enough. Of course, my relief from single momdom will be short-lived. Husband Fixture will be on the road again (D.C. this time) next Monday morning, returning next Friday afternoon. This will be the state of our existence for the next four months.
I honestly don’t know how single parents do it, because my offspring and I are ready to check into Bellvue after two weeks of Daddy being on travel. And I know I shouldn’t complain, since he will be home on weekends, and over holidays. But this is my blog, damn it, and I am NOT a happy camper!!
Not only do I miss the break from the kids and the help around the house my hubby provides, I miss HIM. I can sleep alone okay, though the temptation to allow Couch Hound into the bed will be great. I also miss the moral support. Yes, he’ll be available via phone/email, but getting a hug at the end of the bad day is invaluable.
Yep, I think it's time for another drink and a horror flick.