I am very, very, VERY lucky that I have an amazing partner to share parenting duties with.
He is a great husband and a wonderful father.
He helps me all the time.
He loves spending time with Tom.
And he loves spending time with Tom when it’s just the two of them.
Almost always they go to a lunch on weekends by themselves.
(They either go to Mexican or BBQ. Tom now eats ribs like a man, thanks to Daddy.)
((“Like a man” in this case just means really messy and meaty.))
(((Tom has come home with meat chunks in his hair.)))
I’m saying I’m lucky and Tom’s lucky and Kev’s awesome.
But sometimes Kev has to travel for work and when that happens I take deep breaths and hope, hope, hope I can stay sane and energetic for the whole day.
The first day is always the worst. Just getting used to being out of our routine is a bit tough.
I find it to be kind of stressful.
And by stressful, I mean I ask Huck to “Please, please, PLEASE just stay in your bed while I clean up this POO in the BATH!” like my dog knows what the heck I’m talking about.
And like if my dog *did* know, he’d care.
So anyway — that was the first day.
But then I started to really get the hang of it.
I didn’t really do anything extra, because I took a nap when Tom took a nap, but the second day went pretty well.
Although I did make Tom laugh so hard he threw up all over me.
But compared to the previous night’s poo-in-bath, I didn’t think that was too bad.
The third day, I had our routine down. And I realized something.
Even though I know I spend all sorts of time with Tom all the time, I almost felt closer to him after our three days.
I mean, I was with him morning to night. With only a nap break. For three days.
But it was nice to do the nighttime routine with him. I had no idea he’d say, “Love you” and “Night, night” as I walked out of the room at night.
(At naptime, he just tells me “bye!”)
So even though it was the most exhausting three days I’ve had — there were definitely great things about it.
But I missed Kev!
When he got home last night I told him that I didn’t just miss him because he’s so awesome and helpful at home, but I missed him.
Tom missed him.
Huck REALLY missed him.
I’m so happy I have him home.
And again I say, to those who are single mothers due to circumstance or are temporarily single mothers due to military husbands — man. You. Are. Awesome.
(And probably very tired. And I love you.)