Let me start off by saying that I’m one of the fortunate ones. My husband leaves the house at 8am and is usually home by 6pm each night. He doesn't have a lot of conference calls, definitely not at home and in the middle of the night, and he never - I repeat - never goes on business trips.
I know there are quite a few of you out there that deal with your spouse being away on the regular. I know someone who says that their husband is gone more than he’s home but by now she’s just used to it. But not me! Nope! Totally not. In fact, I’m so spoiled by the fact that at the end of the day I know when that door opens I can basically throw a child at him and scream “MOMMY’S DONE NOW!” if I wanted to.
So when Ben does goes away for longer than an overnight I panic a little bit inside. Thoughts like “Just what am I supposed to do with them!?” and “How am I going to make it through the weekend!?” go through my brain while I simultaneously google “How not to murder your 3-year-old” for tips on how to survive.
This time Ben is in Sydney for 11 days. 11 days that have never felt so long. Especially during those times when I go on Facebook and he’s posting fabulous photos of the Sydney Opera House, or videos of two beautiful wild parrots lunching with him at a table. Ugh. No one who’s left behind in the 170+ air wants to see that! I want to see moldy hotel showers, rain, and the inside of an office building. That is what I expect from a business trip. Anything else is just bragging.
It’s a good thing I used to sing a long time ago because my diaphragm is strong and I can yell for hours. And I do. All day long. In fact, yesterday I yelled so much that my brain actually shut down and said “Hey - do you think maybe you shouldn't yell at them and just give them a big hug?” and so I did. Until one of them grabbed me under the armpit (which I hate SO MUCH) and the other punched me right in the uterus. Which is fine because I plan on having no more of those jerks.
But even though sometimes when I think I can’t cope - I do. You fall into a routine, you work it out, you buy a disco ball at Yuyuan and play the soundtrack to Trolls over and over for a Saturday dance party so that the kids will knock out for the night and maybe, maybe you’ll get to sleep in on Sunday past 8am.
Single moms are now my biggest heroes. And I’m thankful that Ben will be home in a day. Although I can’t guarantee I’ll be still married after he sees all the money I spent this week keeping the kids occupied.
Is there a single mom’s club I can join proactively?