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When the husband’s away…

My husband rarely travels for work, but in the past few months he’s been called away for several days at a time.

Now, had this happened when my two children were toddlers, born eighteen months apart, I would have flipped my lid at these business trips.  No matter that his job is what has kept a roof over our heads and food on our table for the past six years, being left home to be the single parent  just seemed too overwhelming when they were younger and sucked every ounce of energy from me.

Fast forward to present day business trips…

HALLELUJAH!  HALLELUJAH! HALLE-EH-LUJAH!

Ahem.  I meant to say, it’s not so bad when my husband travels for work now that kids are getting older. Somehow we manage.

It’s just that, I don’t feel like I can get away with smearing some refried beans on a tortilla, sprinkling on some cheddar cheese, and calling that a meal when he’s home.  Never one time has he said that he expects dinner table at 6 o’clock sharp (because THAT would go over well), or that we have to eat a typical meat, vegetable, and starch type of meal.  At some point, though, I got it in my head that a bowl of cereal and a banana wasn’t going to cut it for dinner.

When he’s away, though, the kids and I aren’t waiting on him to get home from work to eat dinner, which can be rather late, so we can eat early!  Which means?  Oh yes, it means that the kids can go to bed earlier.  (I refuse to admit to changing the clocks to make it seem later.)  And when the kids go to bed early, I get to control the remote control between the glorious hours of 7 and 10* pm.

Have you ever sat through an episode of How it’s Made?  Or how about Wednesday Night on the Range? Then you understand my giddiness when given the opportunity to control the clicker.  My life is just so much better when I can watch my favorite shows…or really, just anything but my husband’s favorite shows.

After a relaxing evening, I get to go to bed at whatever time I feel like without anyone raising an eyebrow.  So what if I feel like going to bed at 9 pm?  Maybe I’m TIRED, OKAY?! I can also snuggle under the covers without our ongoing argument about WHO STEALS THE COVERS THE MOST.  Hint:  It’s not me!

Now I’m just trying to figure out how to convince him that the kids probably should go with him on one of those business trips of his. Any ideas?

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