So Long, Farewell...

Tomorrow hubby is going out of town (unless you are a stalker or a burglar. Then, hubby is a strapping, tall, muscular guy who has a huge gun collection, and who will be sitting by the door step and/or by his family 24/7)

The kids are so upset. They draped themselves across hubby's luggage and cried. No amount of telling them that we could call and/or text messaging made them better. More tears and wailing.

Hubby going out of town is bittersweet. On the one hand, I get the remote, no wet towels on the bathroom floor, and one less person to complain about whatever I fixed for dinner. On the other hand, the kids and I really miss him.

Being "single" mommy is tough. There's no one to help balance me out. No one to play good cop/bad cop. No one to hand the kids off to when I've had ENOUGH. If someone is sick in the middle of the night, I am "it".

My routine is mine, though. I dictate dinner time, bed time, what the schedule looks like. But, it's certainly not the same without hubby...

When he gets home, the kids will jump around and be so excited to see him. But, their first words will always be, "Did you bring us anything?" So much for missing daddy...

For this week, the kids and I are on our own. We'll team up together and muddle through. We'll miss daddy cuddling with us, making us laugh, helping us, etc.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," or something like that, was said by Shakespeare. I totally get it.

I wish we could sneak into his luggage and go with him. But the separation makes the reunion that much sweeter.

So, tomorrow, we'll say goodbye- for now- and send him off with our love...