My husband left this morning for some work related training. I was so worn out from being up and down all night with an upset stomach the night before that I could barely muster up my usual weepy china doll clingy-ness while he packed. I also didn't bother to catch up on dishes or laundry before he left so now I have an overflowing sink and 3 baskets of laundry to do. And another 2 1/2 baskets already waiting to be folded. But who's counting.
I miss my husband a lot when he leaves. Partially because I'm a cream puff. But mostly because I just really like his company. And my kids have lots of energy and wear me out by noon. I've spent the day alternating between watching a Say Yes to the Dress marathon on TLC and brainstorming ideas for a work related project. My husband swears I've been brainwashed by the powers that be and become a rah rah shish boom bah team player or something. Mostly, someone mentioned they were going to hand out giant thermometer posters for each division unless we came up with something better to visually track our progress toward goals. I'm fairly certain I will in fact hurl if I'm forced to update a thermometer to attempt to motivate people.
Instead, we're geeking out doing a The Incredibles theme. My husband, in his infinite patience, waited to roll his eyes until after I got to the part of the plan that involves making Incredibles T-shirts for everyone and having a theme day once a week. And there may or may not be plans for a giant skyline and superheroes flying over buildings as goals are achieved. I know. Maybe my husband's right. Although there are cash bonuses involved so I might be okay with it. At least it's better than a jumbo thermometer. And the fact that I'm contributing to the dorkiness does not in any way mean I won't be making fun of it right along with everyone else.
My children have taken my husband's departure fairly well. The 18 month old cried when his father got out of the car at the airport. But then, he cries when his father walks inside the post office for 2 minutes. It's been a non issue for him since. The newest 4 year is a different story. She cried when he got out of the car followed by more crying at bedtime. She likes to go with, "I want Daddy" which is the most perfectly impossible thing to fix for her. This is the first time she's really cried because she missed someone. I guess she's old enough to understand that it sucks.
I felt bad for her. Mostly because I know how she feels. Except she's not allowed to stay up late watching Law & Order reruns until she falls asleep with the television on. Not that I know anything about that.