My husband is sitting in the living room reading the paper right now, waiting for his late-night turn on the computer. And I'm sitting here, trying to digest the fact that in 6 days, he will not be in the living room, or sitting here surfing You Tube, or playing with the boys or fawning over the girl.
He will be in Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu, Quebec.
And I will be alone with the kids.
Arrrrrggggghhhh! Starting to be a little freaked out.
We made a list tonight of odds and ends that need to be cleared up before he goes. There's only 4 or 5 things on that list. The Hubby has been packing, slowly checking things off his kit list.
I., my middle child, breaks into tears whenever anyone mentions Daddy leaving. We keep saying it in a positive voice, and repeating that Daddy will come back, but he's not buying it.
I was dealing well with all this before Christmas. I had a little mantra. "Christmas, anniversary, New Year's and A.'s birthday. Then C. leaves." Well, Christmas, our anniversary, New Year's and A.'s birthday are gone. And soon C. will be too.
Deep breath. Independent, self-reliant supermomma with helpful friends. Deep breath. Independent, self-reliant supermomma with helpful friends. Deep breath....
If you're the praying type, please ask St. Monica to pray for me. She's the patroness of impossible cases.
1 comment:
You can do it, friend. Thinking about you guys! Besides, in mere months you will move to Victoria where old people, cyclists and flowers dominate! And no more lame fireworks or snow for months and months out of the year!
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