Not only am I officially on summer blogging hours (which means, incidentally, less blogging), but last week I was in charge of parenting my two little whippersnappers all by myself, so I hardly had the emotional fortitude to sit down at the computer and write without falling asleep from sheer exhaustion. Obviously, I parent by myself all the time during the day. That's my job. But our bedtime routine relies heavily on two people. Sydney needs her 30 minutes of cuddling in the reading chair, with her bedtime stories, and her blanket. Jules needs nursing, a little bit of rocking, and then a nice back rub before going to sleep. Generally speaking, these two things go on at the same time. Jason mans his station, and I man mine. With Jason gone, it's a bit tricky and as Sydney would say, "Hawd Wurk."
I didn't mention it here because I am irrationally afraid of things that go bump in the dark and didn't want too many people knowing that I was holding down the fort solo, but, yes, Jason was gone all week, taking a group of 8th graders to Boston, NYC, Philly, and DC. Even though I would have loved to go, taking babies is not encouraged. And while some junior high girls are all a-twitter around babies and certainly would have offered to hold the adorable Miss Julianne, it would have resulted in them missing out on the educational wonders that abound in the aforementioned cities. Plus, nursing a baby around junior highers would probably be high on my Least Favorite Activities. So, anyway, I stayed home.
Once I got past the panic that clutched my heart after dropping Jason off at the airport (what if something happens to him? what if something happens to me? what if I need the cell phone? what if he forgot the tickets in the car and now can't get ahold of me because I'm driving home and no one can reach me?), I girded myself up for "just another week." For as much as we did miss Jason (and the few moments when I wasn't in top form), we got through it just fine. I've come to realize that it's a lot about being mentally prepared. I knew that Saturday would arrive eventually, and he'd be flying in. If for some reason his flight had been delayed/canceled/rained out/snowed out/technical difficultied away from landing on Saturday, I'm not sure how I would have handled that. There was no Plan B to Operation Survive-the-Week.
Fortunately, I did break up the week with a trip up to my parents' house for my dad's birthday on Tuesday, then stayed overnight and went down to the creek on Wednesday to watch Sydney and Clover play in the water. Friday night, I stayed with Jason's parents; Saturday was another birthday party; and then Saturday night Jason came home. As Jason said, "What's seven days? After travel time and driving to the airport, it's like 2 days away from each other. Then there's meals and sleeping, so really, it's like 20 minutes. Twenty minutes away from each other isn't so bad." Yes, after 10 years of marriage we have learned to comfort each other with lines from Seinfeld. Cheaper than a Hallmark card.
Today and tomorrow we are busy getting ready for our trip, and 48 hours from now I will be in Kauai breathing in the lovely tropical breezes and slathering on sunscreen. It's only been two years since we went last, but we're so in love with Kauai we could go there every year and not get tired of it. Our hotel has wi-fi, so I'll probably post from there. I'd thought about leaving the computer at home, but with no laundry to do, and no meals to fix, and my grandma going along to hold Jules all the live long day, I'll have plenty of time to read, lounge around, and relax. I'll post pictures so you can live vicariously through my vacation.
And, yes, I deserve it.