Friday, November 13, 2009
photo by Amy Crawford Photography
Today I am thankful Super Hubby returns from a week long business trip.
The Little and I have managed fairly well so far, and with only a few minor setbacks. That first night he was gone I remembered to check all the doors to make sure they were locked - something that in the natural evolution of our marriage has somehow ended up as his job.
The following morning, as I was scurrying around for 20 minutes looking for my car keys I realized that they were sitting right were I had left them the previous afternoon. In the front door. It's a good thing I made sure to lock it right? We wouldn't want to make it too easy for a would-be burglars.
The rest of the week was fairly uneventful. I made sure the dog was fed and watered. I even remembered to let her out on occasion. Meals were made, teeth were brushed, crafting took place. But we missed Super Hubby terribly. We missed the little things he does every day to show us how much we're loved. Things like making sure we have a glass of water to share in the middle of the night. I can't tell you how many times The Little woke up in the middle of the night this week asking for water.
We missed Daddy hugs and kisses. We missed bedtime stories told by Daddy. We missed sharing meals with him. We missed giggling with him. We just missed him.
And last night all that missing? It culminated in a Mama meltdown.
We're a co-sleeping family. We've shared our bed with The Little since he came home with us from the hospital. Its worked well for our family. Our family bed has become one of the favorite places in the house. So many things we've experienced there, we wouldn't have had the ability to enjoy had we chosen to have The Little in his own crib in his own room. Things like watching him discover his shadow on the bedroom wall - cast by the dim night light at two a.m. Things like hearing him talk in his sleep about his love for "bubs". Finding out that he giggles in his sleep. Sharing so many middle of the night snuggles, and early, early, early morning cuddles.
But that co-sleeping? Apparently it comes with a price when Daddy is gone. And that price? It would be sleep. The Little has been all out of sorts at night without Daddy in bed with us. He's been waking up every two hours, pressing his dear little face right up to mine in the shadowy dark and asking for Daddy. Did I mention it was every two hours? Did I mention it had been like this all week?
Hence, the exhausted Mama meltdown.
I'll spare you the details. It wasn't one of my finer moments. And while The Little and I are now square - I still feel badly that I lost my cool.
And so - while I'm desperately happy that Super Hubby is returning simply because I miss him, I'm also desperately happy he's coming home today because it means I'll finally be able to sleep again. And sleep a happy Mama makes.
Yours in sweet slumber,