When Dave came home last night he announced he is going away on a work trip for four days to one of Queensland’s most beautiful islands. Any normal, supportive wife would say, ‘Wow love, that’s wicked. What a great opportunity for you.’ Instead, I shrieked with fear in my voice, ‘Daaave, WTF?!’
I know, I know. As soon as I said it and saw his reaction I knew I had behaved badly. My evil alter ego Naughty Naisy appeared and took over me.
The thought of being left alone with a toddler and baby for three nights and four days, you see, terrifies me. I’m. Not. Kidding. The trip is not until the end of the month, but I can already feel my throat tightening and blood pressure building as I picture the total anarchy that could prevail. I can see it now, Smiley won’t sleep a wink and Curly-locks will be relentless with tantrums or incessant chatter and hyperactivity leaving me with no choice but to lock myself in the pantry to eat spoonful after spoonful of Milo straight from the tin. Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but I must admit I am a little nervous.
On an average day, I can spend up to 14 hours straight with the kids. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with the girls, but by the time Dave gets home I’m well and truly ready for some time out and some adult conversation. It’s also nice to know that if things go pear-shaped during the night, which they often do with a teething baby, that I have him there to share the load.
Anyway, ashamed of my initial reaction to Dave’s news, I decided I needed to take a step back and think about the good that can come from this experience.
- I will feel a great sense of achievement surviving these four days.
- I will get extra night-time cuddles and story-time with Curly-locks who Dave usually tucks into bed.
- I won’t have to cook three meals every night. (Every night I usually cook one special toddler meal for Curly-locks, a meaty meal for Dave, and a vegetarian meal for me).
- I won’t be subjected to watching any of the following: Mega structures, Mounted in Alaska or Gator Boys.
- With no husband around, there will be no need to even brush my hair or get out of my pjs :).
Well, I’m off to don my wonder woman outfit and get myself organised. I’ll be sure to report back after Dave’s trip to let you know how I went and hopefully share some tips on how to cope while the hubby is away.
Does your other half go away often? How do you cope?