Signs Of a Traveling Husband
I am no stranger to my husband going out of town for several days at a time. His last job in techie sales had him traveling several times a month (yeah… 20% travel my ass). Jackson was just an infant at the time and although somewhat exhausting being the only parent getting up at night to tend to him, I usually handled it with ease.
For the past year and a half that he has been at his new job, I have had the pleasure of having him around with the exception of random late nights at the office maybe once a week. So when his annual week-long man trip arrived this year, I was more than a little apprehensive about it. A lot has changed since his former traveling days: my job became much less flexible making daycare drop off and pick up complicated (and guilt ridden), my sweet little baby is no longer a baby but a toddler who is hell bent on screaming (literally) his independence to the world not to mention he is going through some significant transitions (new classroom at school, big boy bed, potty training) and it has had an impact on simple things such as being dropped off at school in this new room, napping and bedtime. Needless to say, it has been plenty stressful for both of us and having to do it all on my own this week is going to test my very limits of being.
Barely 30 hours into my husband being gone, I gave up on a nap, endured two meltdown tantrums (both induced because of having to leave somewhere: the zoo and his grandparent’s house), an awful night filled with lost Nukkies and random tears and potentially the worst daycare drop offs in the history of daycare drop offs. A drop off so bad, I sobbed with my guilt and exhaustion all the way to work. I don’t even think I cried that hard the day I dropped him off for the first time at daycare.
We’re now on day 3 with 2 more days to go until my partner, my love, comes home. We had a better night last night and a better drop off today. I am praying (PRAYING) the next couple days can go just as smooth. We have had our share of cuddle time these past few days:
Other signs that my husband has been gone:
- The bed is made
- The dishes are done
- The house is immaculate (with the exception of the basement in which I have no audible words for the disaster that currently exists down there).
- The dog needs more attention- what, sleeping in my bed in the husband’s spot isn’t good enough? Dogs. *shakes head*
So, yeah, it has been a tough week. However, I would never take this or any other of his man trips away from him. As much as we are desperate for some adult time together, we also need this time apart. Time to miss each other. Time to realize how important a role the other plays at home. Time to remember that we are a TEAM even though sometimes it doesn’t always feel that way.
I will be leaving on Saturday for my own girl’s weekend away to celebrate one of my dearest friend’s bachelorette party. The timing couldn’t be more perfect as I will be desperate for a break. Desperate for time with friends.
Regardless of all the good times we both will have had apart, a part of me is looking forward to being a week from today and back to our routine.