Sunday, July 13, 2008

Just a word of caution...

If my next several posts come across as the ravings of a lunatic that would be because we just waved goodbye to daddy. Who will be gone all week. Back Saturday evening. Do the math--I am now outnumbered 2 to 1.

Someone please explain this to me. I have been shot at from across an airfield. I have been caught in the middle of riots. I've even witnessed the running of the bulls. And I've ridden a motorcycle on I10. Yet somehow, I am more terrified of being all by myself with two little ones for the week than I was of any of those things. Or maybe it's the fact that it now falls on me to clean out the cat's box.

7 comments:

Marit said...

Grab your chance. Pick up the kids and all their paraphernalia, and flee to your parents house for a week. They won't mind, will they??
This was my usual escape route when I didn't think I could handle it. Either that, or drop the kids, and then go back home by myself!! ;-)

Dori said...

Oh, did I forget to mention that my parents have already gone back to Africa?! And these animals pretty much keep me tied to the house for the night. But it would have been a great idea!!

Gina said...

....maybe it's because the one that is missing is your best friend and it's not so much as you are afraid of being alone, you just would rather have him by your side :o)

Amy said...

Hey honey! Just catching up on the last two weeks---boy, have you been busy! Glad to hear the baby is doing better. 104 is pretty darn scary. Poor thing.

The dinosaur model looks marvelous! Sounds like father and son had a wonderful time! Amanda is currently working on a dog house with David. Trust me, it only gets cuter! :)

Where's he off to anyway? You'll be fine this week--tired, but fine. You're a strong and capable woman---so even though the task seems formidable, the mommy on hand is more than able to conquer it! :)

Kisses!
Amy

Suburbia said...

I know just how you feel! (Oh yes and a coffee would be great together with all the chocolate you can muster!) I used to hate it when H went away when the children were small. I used to worry how I would cope if one was sick in the night and the other needed me at the same time. It's the responsibility isn't it? Two precious things to look after alone. However, you'll be glad to know, as they get older, I don't fell quite as bad when he's not here.
You'll be fine. And you won't have to consider anyone else after the children have gone to bed!! The whole evening to yourself.....enjoy!

Melanie said...

Jeff was in London all last week and I just barely cope when he's gone. Actually, barely coping would be overstating it a bit. Suffice it to say, my prayers are with you.

Donia said...

it's definitely the cat box...and re: marit's post, you know you're always welcome here--you just don't get much personal space :)