I’ve resisted posting over the past few days about how Hubby was out of town on business and I was home, manning the fort with the two kids by myself. Figured, generally, not a fantastic idea letting the internet at large know I was home alone… So I waited.
I was on full time mom duty for three and a half days, three nights, and last night, after Hubby came home, I slept so hard! I really needed to turn off my ears, turn off my brain and just SLEEP.
Actually, it wasn’t that bad, wasn’t that stressful holding things together on my own. As I work from home and Hubby works a lot (even when he’ s home, he’s often working), I’m used to shouldering a good deal of the parenting weight. However, when he’s here, it’s the mundane stuff that I really miss – such as taking his turn flossing The Princess’s teeth at night, or changing a diaper or two (especially the messy ones). That is not to say that Hubby “does nothing” around the house – he IS a very active dad. However, my control freak tendencies dictate that I tend to “just do” a lot of things around the house, as I am very particular.
I missed having an adult to talk with at the end of the day. I would tuck the girls in and call Hubby at the hotel and chat at him about the stupidest stuff, because frankly, a four year old and a 15-month old just DON’T CARE about everything I care about.
One of the most interesting things to me is how quickly, though, I managed to adjust to doing certain things on my own, and one of those things was cleaning. By no means am I a “neat freak”, but my biggest house quirk is that I hate a messy kitchen. Can’t stand it. While Hubby was gone, I was on a clean-kitchen-crusade, and my kitchen looked GOOD. Never was there a stack of dishes in the sink (ugh!) – it went from the table into the dishwasher. If a pot was used and needed to be washed by hand, I washed it before the food hardened to the pan. How much easier! And to have a clean kitchen? Well, it felt pretty good.
This morning, Hubby let me sleep in until 7 (when I awoke on my own). I came down the stairs, walked into the kitchen, and was just blown away at the MESS. Papers littered the counters, dishes and an empty milk carton sat in the sink. Unable to help myself, I said, “Boy, I can tell you’re home!” Hubby said to me, “Why? Because the dishwasher is emptied?” (This is one task I delegate to him often – I hate to do it — but really! As if? As if I just left the dishes in the dishwasher for three days? That I needed him to do it?! Sheesh!). “Um, no.”
So – the good news is, Hubby is home. The bad news is, my house is a mess. I guess it’s a trade off. I’m really glad he’s here.
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