My husband was recently gone for a week-long business trip.
He doesn’t travel much, but every time he does, I spend the whole time he is away giving mental props to the following people:
- those whose spouses travel often
- those who are single parents
You people are strong in mind and body. I bow to you.
When my husband is gone, things always go the same way:
My week at home with the kids starts off okay. I do all the baths and bedtimes and wake-ups and teeth-brushing and meals preps and meal clean-ups and kid drop-offs and pick-ups and errands, etc. And it usually seems fine. Sometimes I even think, “Hey, this isn’t so hard.”
So Monday and Tuesday: not bad.
On Wednesday, things start to unravel. I get worn out. I get stressed. I get lonely, not having anyone over 3 feet tall to talk to.
And by Thursday, the wheels have completely come off. We’re eating McDonald’s and alternating between playing Xbox Tour of Duty and watching South Park.
Okay, the last 2 aren’t true. But McDonald’s, yes.
Anyway. I was glad when the week was over and our little family routine was back to normal.
The business trip was to San Francisco, and my husband brought back for me the perfect San Franciscan gift:
It almost made the whole week worth it, I swear.
And I kid you not, I took the above picture and as soon as the shutter had clicked, I inhaled 6 of the chocolates on the spot.
While my husband was away, one of my very nice friends sent me a little “pick me up” (she’s so awesome):
The book — called “Dirty Little Secrets from Otherwise Perfect Moms” — was very sweet, funny, and honest and I read the whole thing in one sitting (actually, one “standing” … I was in the kitchen).
It was so nice of her to think of me during my Solo Week and so nice to read a book where other moms admit some of their guilty little “faults.”
It’s good to feel like you’re not alone. That everyone is just trying to parent their kids the best they can. And that we all cut corners here and there.
I read the book again a few nights ago and then asked my friend if she’d be willing to send the book on a little journey.
She agreed (and why wouldn’t she?, she’s awesome, as I said).
So I jotted her name and my name in the front cover and I’m going to pass it along to another mom for a little pick-me-up.
And then she can pass it on. And so on.
Is that a little cheesy? Sure. But it makes me happy to think of the little book, traveling around, making parents smile and know they’re not alone.
So I guess, overall, the “week of the business trip” wasn’t so bad.
The kids lived.
I got chocolates from California.
And a sweet little book is going to get passed around the metro. Who knows, it might end up in your hands one day.