Ode to An Absent Husband.

On Tuesday my Husband left for a business trip to Phuket. He’s staying at a gorgeous resort on the beach, and spending his days cloistered away in doors working on teaching materials for a seminar next week.

I’m at home with the kids (not completely alone, I do have help so don’t feel too sorry for me). And I’m learning to appreciate the things that Sean does for me each day. The things that I have come to expect, and sadly, take for granted.

For 3 days now I have taken my shower with Miss Three and Master One sitting in their plastic tub at my feet. Fighting over who gets the toys and the limited space. “Mummy, Timmy’s pinky toe is on my side”. This is because they are waking up earlier than usual, and waiting tillthe help arrives @ 9am would be foolish – my shower is what wakes me up, and I am a useless, grumpy zombie before that Hallowed Ritual. Sean usually takes the kids so I can shower, and some mornings he even lets me sleep a little longer.

Trash. I hate trash. Stinky. Smelly. Vomitous. It’s particularly disgusting when you have diaper trash. I expect Sean to take care of it, and I think most wives expect that of their husbands. So, you know that crazy woman you saw running down the street chasing the garbage truck with 2 big black trash bags? That was me. Both days. (we have 3 trash pick ups a week). Actually, I completely forgot this morning, and will pay for it with a stinky kitchen and bathroom tomorrow. Where’s a husband when you need one! 😉

Bath and Bedtime. Sean always takes care of Samantha’s bath and bedtime story while I’m putting Timothy to bed. Timothy is easy to get to sleep. Samantha is difficult – so we tag team. Tonight it took about 1 hour for Timothy to get to sleep, because Samantha insisted on being in the room with us, doing all she could to keep him awake. Then it took her another 2 hours to go to sleep herself. I have this dream of taking them into the bedroom, telling a story, and them both drifting off to dreamland with ease. Then Samantha kicks Timothy in the head, pokes me in the eye, and jumps up and down singing, “We’re sleepy, so we’re going to bed”, and I realize I have indeed been dreaming.

These are just a few of the areas where I truly appreciate the help of The Husband. So, today I pay homage to The Husband and say, “Please come home quickly darling. I want to bathe in private again. Oh, and I love and miss you terribly.”