I’m a stay-at-home mom with a husband that travels periodically. He’s out of town at least a few nights per month, occasionally more. I know this is not the most arduous travel schedule known to man. (Holla you military spouses, hanging out stateside during deployment – you all rock!) But travel days do not count among my favorite days. Last month, my husband went on a 5 day trip that included a weekend. Genius that I am, I called in my parents for back up. Awesome, right? Wrong. The baby decided that was the weekend to manifest full-on separation anxiety and refused to leave my side. By day three of that trip, I was losing my mind and sending angry texts to my husband at 5:30 AM just so he could be part of the experience of being in non-stop physical contact with a pinchy baby.
Usually though, I just get through travel days using an combination of careful planning and hour by hour endurance. I simply give up on certain things, like bathroom cleaning or limits on TV. Instead I focus on the basics: keeping the kids fed and dressed, keeping me fed and dressed, and getting everyone where they need to go. It isn’t graceful or impressive, but it all gets done. Like a piano piece for four hands being played by only two, it’s not harmonic but it passes as music.
What follows is the diary of a day with daddy out of town. Click through and enjoy!
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