Erieversible

They have always been, of course, but this weekend felt particulary bad as hubby was home and the time just flew past.  Now he is on his way back to Buffalo and the house feels really empty.  Of course the kids are here, and usually they make enough noise and commotion for ten kids, but today it just feels too quiet and too empty here.

I know I’m overreacting!  The week will just fly past and hubby will be back on Friday night.  Then there are two short work weeks with Christmas and New Year.  And, hopefully, by the end of all of that we will be much closer to closing on the house and getting us moved to Buffalo as well.

It just feels “wrong” to be apart.  The kids are grumpy and hard to get along with (and at least SOME of that can be blamed on hubby being away!) and I feel even more short-tempered than normal!

I know there are a lot of people who are a lot worse off.  I have nothing but admiration for the spouses of the brave men and women who serve in the armed forces throughout the world, for instance.  It is hard having hubby away for a week at a time.  At least I know the most dangerous thing he is likely to encounter this week is “IT Pig Fest”, and that should be dangerous only to his waistline!!! 

I wish that was an overstatement, but it is exactly what I’m feeling!  I’ve been married for over eleven years and slowly but surely, over that time, I’ve come to rely on having another person to fall back on.  Hubby is much better at making decisions, and much better at dealing with the little aggravations that complicate life. 

When I was in my twenties I happily hopped in my car with only what would fit into it and headed to Washington, DC to start a new life on my own.  The biggest difference this time, I suppose, is that it isn’t just me and a little red car, it is me and two children who are going through an enormous emotional (and physical) upheaval.  And for the next month or so, their happiness depends on my holding it all together and getting all the things done that need doing!

I suppose it gives me new respect for hubby, who usually shoulders most of the “responsibility” burden.  And I will miss him for that, as well as for a million other reasons that usually get lost in the day to day hustle and bustle. 

We’ve agreed strictly no tears at the airport tomorrow, for the kid’s sake.  I’m not sure I can stick to that, but I’m going to try hard.  I’m semi-British now (after 11 years in England) and I can try to find a stiff upper lip for the next twenty-four hours or so!

I suspect the tears will flow freely at the other end…my mother isn’t British at all and her grandbabies are coming home!