OK this stopped being fun 2 months ago...

Pity party alert.....if you don't wish to join...STOP READING NOW LOL

Although being here with out Tom isn't something that qualifies as fun to begin with, it really isn't fun now.

It would be very easy for me to sit here and pretend that everything is wonderful, that we are just fabulous. Those close to me know, it is a struggle every day. I cover a lot with my witty humor *smile* :)

Before you all think it, let me just put it out there and say:

I know he is only in Maryland.
I know I have gotten to visit with him twice.
I know I am lucky he isn't in Iraq.
I know how grateful I am that I can talk to him when ever I want.

I am not trying to come off as a pouty, hair flipping girl who isn't getting what she wants.

But let me tell you-doing this alone-no matter WHERE your spouse is located-is hard.

Most days I do OK but then there are times when I really want to run away from home.

Like today :)

Today I don't want to go home and have to be the bad person AGAIN because I am certain they didn't get their chores done despite having 3 hours in which to get them done. Why am I certain? BECAUSE THEY HAVEN'T DONE THEM ALL WEEK.

I really don't want to have to fight with Hannah to stay in her bed because she "might maybe thinks" she hears monsters under her bed. This has been going on for 3 nights.

I would LOVE to get a full nights sleep with out being interrupted by the above mentioned monster.

I know I am mean making her stay in her bed, but if I let her sleep with me now, we will have this same problem when Tom returns. I choose to stay the course.

I really don't want to tell my mouthy 15 year old for the MILLIONTH time that he is NOT to enter the front door with his cleats on. He is only to enter through the back door. Furthermore I don't want to see his 4 pair of shoes left at the front door letting me know he has been entering in through said door.

On that same note I don't want to hear his retort of "You go in and out the front door why can't I"

Which leads me to this: I really don't want to have to smack him (again) in the face for being a mouthy 15 year old. I really don't want to have to tell him for the MILLIONTH time that :

I OWN THIS HOUSE AND I CAN GO IN AND OUT WHERE EVER I PLEASE!!

Now, then there is the kid that as we are leaving for school tells me he "forgot" to do his homework. Funny, he forgets to do his homework but he sure as hell remembers that he wants to play on the computer.

Before you all go there...I KNOW they are kids. I KNOW they screw up. I KNOW I cannot expect them to be perfect.

I tried explaining to Tom how difficult it is to be the only parent.

He says,
and I almost laughed in his face...
and once you read it, feel free to laugh with me....
you may want to swallow whatever it is you might be drinking...

"I know how hard it is, remember when you left for 5 days?"

Ummm hello, hi, sweetheart, husband of mine.....5 days doesn't even remotely compare to 5 months.

not.even.close.

So, who's with me?
Shall we all revolt and runway?

Anyone?

Comments

[whit]

I cannot even imagine being the one and only parent for 5 months. I as a mess after 5 days without dh. I could come and kidnap you for the evening sometime!

[Theresa]

***HUGS***

I feel your pain.
Except mine are "only" 5 & 4 with bratty mouths and go to bed at 830.