The Darling Husband was out-of-town a bit this week. He doesn’t travel that often anymore (only a few days a month), but it is surprisingly disruptive when he does.
I miss him when he’s gone. Aww….isn’t that sweet? I suppose it would be if it were just his person I were speaking of but, sadly, it’s all about me. (Though, my toothbrush does look sad and lonely sitting by the sink all by itself…).
The man is seriously plain, stinkin’ useful (in addition to being cute). It takes me FOREVER to get the kids into bed by myself, and then I still have the kitchen to clean, coffee to make for the next day, doors to double check, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Hopefully, no one has a lesson or class in the late evening that I then have to find a way to get the Terrible Toddler to bed on time and still get the other child picked up/dropped off.
He says he doesn’t like to be away from us. My only thought is: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? I just can’t see how not having to be concerned about anyone else is something NOT to look forward to. Can you imagine flying all by yourself, no kids to entertain or fear that the baby is going to scream/poop/kick the seat the entire flight? No wrangling yourself to try to get the lost lovey/book/toy/sippy cup that has rolled under the seat in front of you where the passenger is gritting their teeth over hearing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” for the thousandth time? Yeah, that’d be a total bummer…
Then, he says he doesn’t sleep well in the hotel. I can imagine how all that peace and quiet could really interrupt a guys’ sleep. Not quite as well as a teething toddler, restless kindergartner, or kid with nightmares, though. Trust me.
I’m trying to comprehend his complaints, but I just don’t get it. Yes, I love the comforts of home, but I can sleep just fine all night, all by myself pretty much anywhere. And read a book (no pictures) and drink a latte as I sit in my lovely airplane seat, all alone. Ahhh…..
It occurs to me that he might actually LIKE to be away from all the chaos we call our lives but just lies to me about it so I don’t secretly hate him for it. I guess if he hummed while he packed and sprinted happily for the door I’d have to hurt him.
Hmmmm…yep, that would make me mad. Better to be incredulous then mad.
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I am the one who does the traveling, and I have to say that I kinda’ like it. It is luxury to sit all by yourself.
However, when my hubby does spend the night away, I don’t sleep well. My brain is looking for him, I think.
Mel you are so cute! Miss you honey! I have you bookmarked now so I won’t ever leave you! ha I will haunt your blog forever! *giggle* Wanna come over tonight and sit on the Lanai and have a margarita? MISS YOU! Oh! I’m starting a new MOPS group here in The Cape this fall, pray for me! *giggle*
Mom: There may be some subterranean part of him that enjoys the relaxation of pressure, but it would be uncouth to acknowledge that in public. Methinks he’s playing it perfectly, because — who knows? — he just may be telling the truth!
;o/
Dr. Bob–I appreciate your honesty. :)
You just need smaller children to chase around when your DH is gone–then, you’d sleep great! :) If you ever want to borrow a few, let me know…
Jen!! Whoo hoo for finding my blog!
YES to the margarita on the Lanai!
Wry Mouth–the Darling Husband chuckled at your comment, so I can only assume you are correct in that he is playing it perfectly…
Humph.
As someone who knows about his stuff, I can relate to all. Most importantly, I want a marg with you!!!
You betcha–make mine a strawberry daquiri, though…yummy….and it counts as a fruit! :)