It’s come around all too fast again. I’m left feeling empty, alone and down right bored. The house seems to echo with the quietness reverberating off every wall, even though the boys are playing happily. It gets worse when it’s dinner time, no one to bother feeding but me (Ian rarely eats what I put in front of him). What’s the point of making the effort? When next Saturday rolls around, the clock will tick again–until then, everything’s still and quiet.
Any time Bryan and I are apart, I worry enough for three women. I always dread something bad is going to happen because we’re not together, like that would somehow prevent a tragedy.
He’s in Quebec as we speak at the Company’s Canadian site, taunting me with finding a Curry House and showing me the bill. I wonder what nicety he’ll bring me home…until then, I’ll scuff my feet and sigh loudly.
Oh sweetie…I’m so sorry Bryan is away. And on a weekend 😦 I feel this way too when my hubby is gone for business. I’m terrible with being apart. I hope the time passes quickly, the boys are good, and he returns safely bringing back something fabulous 🙂
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18 hours on a plane to Scotland? Are you going via Mexico or something? I have a piece on the Expatwomen web site about travelling long haul with small children which you might find helpful. Sometimes I don’t know how I did what I did (usually on my own) with my kids, but you do what you have to do.
And yes, my 4 year old has “that smile” – we call it the Chucky smile. Do they think it’s attractive?
Taunting you with curry? Oh, the horror! I wouldn’t let him in the house unless he was bringing in at least a Chicken Tikka Masala. *drools*
I hope the week moves faster for you. *hugs*
A nine hour plane ride with two kids = 18 hours. Right. Actually, it’s nine hours each way, and I get to make that same trip in March with 7 teenagers. I wonder what the multiplier will be?
I hope the time apart is somewhat productive. That stinks he’s away all week and tormenting you.
If you can ever leave the kids with him and bear a few hours away from them, come to NY for a quick curry! Curry houses aplenty here. Insanely, I actually live above one. My English friends think it’s hilarious. I think it’s heaven.