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My husband is home! He’s been gone for a week and a half and now he’s home. I didn’t mention it in my last column because of all those warnings about not facebook-ing or blogging or column-ing the news that your husband is out of town, leaving you and your kids home alone. We all know the nice people of Augusta and Andover would never be up to no good, but you never know about those other readers. I kid! I kid! But anyway, I heeded the warnings and can safely report my husband is home from his business trip.
First of all, I would like to tip my hat to all the single mothers out there. The mothers whose husbands are deployed, the mothers whose husbands are no longer in the home, the mothers who have worthless husbands and basically live as single mothers--ladies, you impress me. During these times I am so grateful that my single-motherness only lasts a short while and these whiles are very few and far between. The rest of you girls deserve a pat on the back. And a weekly trip to the spa.
The only thing--and I mean the ONLY thing, what I would gladly give up in an instant without a backward glance if I could have my husband home all the time--good about Hubby being out of town was the lack of schedule. I put this pressure on myself to have the house picked up before he gets home, to be home when he gets home and have my grocery shopping done, to have dinner on the table at six. Now that I look at my list I realize Hubby has never asked for a single one of those things, but obviously I am really good at putting pressure on myself. While he was gone we took long trips into Wichita in the afternoon, I was grubby and dirty at the time he arrives home on a normal day, and we ate dinner in front of the TV. The schedule relaxed.
When I found out Hubby would be gone for more than a week I immediately put my friends on alert that I’d be calling them a lot for playdates. Somebody had to keep me entertained! But then I barely saw them while Hubby was gone. Preschool and MOPS were enough for me; the thought of planning a get together at a certain time and at a certain place was too much.
Now that Hubby is back I’ll be home by 4, have dinner on the table by 6, and I’ll appreciate every minute of that schedule, because it means my beloved is home.
erinslittlecorner.com
agreatcloud.wordpress.com
My husband is home! He’s been gone for a week and a half and now he’s home. I didn’t mention it in my last column because of all those warnings about not facebook-ing or blogging or column-ing the news that your husband is out of town, leaving you and your kids home alone. We all know the nice people of Augusta and Andover would never be up to no good, but you never know about those other readers. I kid! I kid! But anyway, I heeded the warnings and can safely report my husband is home from his business trip.
First of all, I would like to tip my hat to all the single mothers out there. The mothers whose husbands are deployed, the mothers whose husbands are no longer in the home, the mothers who have worthless husbands and basically live as single mothers--ladies, you impress me. During these times I am so grateful that my single-motherness only lasts a short while and these whiles are very few and far between. The rest of you girls deserve a pat on the back. And a weekly trip to the spa.
The only thing--and I mean the ONLY thing, what I would gladly give up in an instant without a backward glance if I could have my husband home all the time--good about Hubby being out of town was the lack of schedule. I put this pressure on myself to have the house picked up before he gets home, to be home when he gets home and have my grocery shopping done, to have dinner on the table at six. Now that I look at my list I realize Hubby has never asked for a single one of those things, but obviously I am really good at putting pressure on myself. While he was gone we took long trips into Wichita in the afternoon, I was grubby and dirty at the time he arrives home on a normal day, and we ate dinner in front of the TV. The schedule relaxed.
When I found out Hubby would be gone for more than a week I immediately put my friends on alert that I’d be calling them a lot for playdates. Somebody had to keep me entertained! But then I barely saw them while Hubby was gone. Preschool and MOPS were enough for me; the thought of planning a get together at a certain time and at a certain place was too much.
Now that Hubby is back I’ll be home by 4, have dinner on the table by 6, and I’ll appreciate every minute of that schedule, because it means my beloved is home.
