So, Robert's on a business trip for four days. It doesn't happen often, but occassionally he travels for work. While I miss him dearly and sometimes want to throw myself off a bridge while dealing with all the kids myself, sometimes it's kindof nice.
When Daddy's gone we eat crap for dinner. Like frozen pizza, hot dogs, cereal. Now don't get me wrong, we eat this crap while he's here too. But, I don't feel guilty when he's not here. I try to make semi-decent meals when he's home. Don't want him wasting away without his meat and potatoes.
And the kids go to bed early, and usually in my bed. It's just easier. It's easier to pile them in my bed around 7:00 with the TV on and let them drift off to sleep. And to stay there. Better than me having to get up in the middle of the night because fire ants are crawling on them (Xander's new thing) or just because (Jocelyn's thing since she was born). And we turn in earlier bc I'm dead tired. And I need them to stay still and quiet and the TV is wonderful for this.
And we get to watch our stuff. Not hockey or shows about planets. I like a bit of this stuff, but it's nice to be in charge of the remote, too.
And we don't do our chores until the day he comes home. Why bother? He's actually more lenient on the house being kept clean than I am. But, I have these weird expectations of myself when he's here. I think that he expects me to keep the house clean (even though he doesn't). But, when he's not here I get rid of that guilt too. (Geez, I'm noticing that I put a lot of expectations on myself that he doesn't!)
I guess I'm just more lenient in general when he's not here. Part of it is a coping mechanism. I know I can't get everything done by myself. And it's kindof nice to not worry about someone else sometimes.
So, don't stop by our house until Friday, cause it'll be a mess. Don't call after 7:00 bc we're already in bed watching Survivor. And don't ask my kids what they had for dinner bc you're likely to want to report me to CPS!