I wrote a post about how I missed Doug on the weeknights, how it felt like we were dating again & the only cool part about it is the “hey, I remember you!” sex every Friday night.
But it sounded whiney & frankly, that pissed me off because living apart 5 nights per week isn’t ideal, but it’s far from troublesome. Military spouses do far worse. & having a queen-sized bed to myself isn’t so bad.
Except when I roll over at 4am to find a two-year-old staring at me like the child of the corn & there’s nobody there to hold me while I scream. Because that totally happened the other night.
I wrote a post on Babble about how I completely freaked when I thought Harrison’s class was having a “Mother’s Day Tea” that I would have to miss due to work, but there’s a tiny piece in that article that speaks huge volumes:
THIS is the work-life balance that I fought so hard to get as a working mom – the ability to do my office job well, but have time to be the wife and momma my family deserves.
These days, we wake up at 7am & have breakfast together. I get Harrison dressed & out the door & I’m in my office at 9am. I’m not frantic or exhausted or stressed because I haven’t spent an hour in the car with a screaming toddler. I work, walk/run on my lunch break since my boss doesn’t mind me being sweaty the rest of the afternoon. I pull into the driveway at 5:30pm. No more bumper-to-bumper traffic with an exhuasted kiddo. No more 6:30pm arrival times with dinner & bathtime looming. Instead, we took a walk last night before dinner & it was lovely.
Which is why seeing “contingent” next to our house listing gives me happy tingles.
It’s like I got 3 hours back in my day.
p.s. why doesn’t doug stay with us? other than getting mail & keeping an eye on the house, he just does not sleep well at my parents house. doug sleeping well = i don’t sleep well. us not sleeping well together = cranky. cranky = me not a nice wife, not an efficient worker, not a patient momma. as hard as it is to be apart, this is the best solution overall.
