My hubby travels a lot for work. Two weeks away, a few weeks home, and back away again. When I say away, I mean he’s REALLY away – in another continent altogether, 14 hours of travel to get home if I need him. When he is home he doesn’t get home from work until late: 7-7:30 on most nights. Unfortunately (fortunately?) we have two young daughters – aged 4 and 2. This arrangement of never seeing him would be awesome if I hated him. But I don’t. I love him a lot and miss him very much. When he’s gone. That and our two daughters go abso-frigging-lutely apeshit when he’s gone.
You would think I would hate his travelling – and well I do, but there’s something I hate more: when I tell people about his travel I hate when they respond by clucking their teeth and exclaim: Wow! That Must Be So Hard!
Yes – Thanks for the memo, dude! I KNOW it’s fucking hard!
Why don’t people offer to help? They KNOW it’s hard – they just said so. Would it hurt them to step out of their comfort zone and offer to come over after the kids go to bed so I can run to the 24 hour grocery store? Maybe invite us over for a playdate or dinner? WTH?!
When I was on maternity leave I used to phone my friends when I went to the grocery store to ask if they needed anything. Would it kill ya to just pick up the damn phone and let me know you’re thinking of me, mmmm k? Or is that too hard?
i’m so honored that i was your first invite!!
i like this place. i like that name! and i love that you can now, officially, be yourself!! and you’re awesome!!
xo