I have spent the past three days with my children without my husband. It has been pretty nice to have so much time with them and to be able to do fun things together. I love the fact that if I give either one of them a smile that I get a really sweet smile in return. I think they have really enjoyed being able to see me so much and all the extra kisses and hugs.
Extra hugs and kisses aside, I am really missing Ben. It is fun to spend time with my kids, but it is also exhausting. My head aches, I am tired and I would really enjoy taking a shower without keeping an ear out for screaming children.
I often marvel at how single mothers make it. It isn't even that Ben does the majority of the kid watching when we are both home. What he does do (and what I am greatly missing) is to recognize when I am sliding into the I'm completely stressed out and I just need five minutes to myself phase. He jumps in and takes the baby or strikes up a conversation with Connor. I miss that and I realize how much those two minutes here and three minutes there keep me from loosing it.
I let Ben know that he is not allowed to die until our kids are older. It is nice to be reminded how well we function together and how miserable we are apart.
24 more hours and I get my husband back from board game land. And yes, I am counting.
