Daddy Rob left for a two-week business trip to Ireland yesterday afternoon. Here it is, Sunday afternoon and I miss him already. The house seemed so empty and eerily quiet last night after the girls went to bed. I missed the sound of him snoring soundly in the other room while I tiptoed to Brooke’s room to nurse her in the night. It was rather scary. I wonder how I’m going to survive two weeks without him? We’ve done it once before and it wasn’t fun. We spent the two-weeks at my in-laws place so they could help out with the girls. Only my MIL’s father got sick and was in the hospital, so she stayed at his side. My FIL had to work for a week in another Province. I was alone, with a 4 month old and a 2 yr old (who incidentally had the runs for a week) in a city where I knew no one, and didn’t know my way around.
I know this time around it won’t be THAT bad, however it is lonely. Dinner time is the loneliest part. I’m fresh and rejuvenated in the morning and at lunch, but at dinner I’m burnt out from entertaining and fighting kids to get dressed, eat their meals, and teaching to go potty. By dinner time, I just want an adult to talk to. After dinner it’s more entertaining, then bath, then stories, nurse the baby and cuddle and off to bed. Then and only then, am I free to finally CLEAN UP!
These business trips really make me realize what a single parent must go through. I’m exhausted by the end of the day, and getting anything completed is next to impossible.