One week ago today, I woke up at 6am to hear my husband already in the shower.
I stumbled down the stairs, hugged my Keurig Good Morning, started my coffee, and took a glance at my cell phone.
There was an email there from my husband stating that he had a 9am flight out of JFK. He had to leave within the hour, and would be gone through the weekend, for 5 full days. Do that math: I had 60 minutes notice that I’d be husbandless for 5 days.
Ha ha ha ha! Oh shit.
I don’t talk about him much here, but I totally like my husband.
He’s an awesome dad, he works hard to take care of our family while I try to make my dreams of becoming a professional writer come true.
At the end of a long day, he is my Sanity Life Preserver. When I’m drowning in annoying kids, I reach for him. When I’m overwhelmed, I can tell him.
Plus, sometimes he even laughs at my jokes. Which is nice.
After the initial shock of NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!, realization I had no local relatives to help me, no babysitters were around, I’d get no writing done, and have no breaks, I forced myself to look at the glass as Half Full.
It’s not like he’d be gone for a millennium. I wouldn’t be on my own with these kids for that long. (I do not know how you military couples do it. Seriously. I bow to you. Or single parents. Seriously. Bravo.)
Besides, there are some good things about not having him around for a stretch.
Perks of My Husband Being Away
1. No squeezing in Quality Daddy Time at night = Obscenely Early Bedtime for the kids.
2. I could look like shit the entire time.
I’m not saying I’m a Glamazon on a daily basis, but I will look a little better than Homeless Chic if I know he’ll see me. I would like to not repel the only man I have a chance at hooking up with for the next 50 years.
3. No one to roll his eyes at me when I’m trying to watch Dirty Dancing on TNT. Again.
4. Friends take pity on me and invite us over for dinner more often.
5. A clean kitchen in the morning.
(Seriously. How can it take 4 pots, 3 spoons, a plate, a measuring cup, & a bowl to warm up one serving of pasta? And did he shake any salt & pepper on his actual food, or was the goal just to apply a fine coating across the entire kitchen counter??)
6. No 4am desire to bitch-slap the person next to me for snoring.
7. Weekend outings.
I see friends on the weekends or get creative and try new activities with the kids when I have a long, empty weekend to fill without just-the-four-of-us time.
8. No giant, messy, trouble-making 3rd kid.
Ever try to calm 2 little kids down for bed after a very arduous 12-hour day with them, only to turn your back and have your Big Kid walk in the door from work and start a Sock-Throwing Battle, riling them up more than starving rabid monkeys in a room full of bananas? Um, yeah. That.
9. The kids seem more adorable.
I spend his time away sending him texts of funny things they say, cute pictures of them from the day, videos taken of them in PJs saying “Good Night Daddy I LOVE YOU!” Which is nicer than me pouncing on him upon his entry to our home to tell him how much “His children” have been pissing me off, and PS I’ll be hiding in the basement until it’s time to put them to bed.
I did what I could to enjoy our Dadless Time, make it fun and go by fast, but really I’m glad he’s back.
Because now I can toss the kids at him for the next 3 days and get back to writing, maybe catch a movie with my girlfriends.
Because I missed gazing into my beloved husband’s eyes so, so much.
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