Well... it's been awhile since I have written a post.... probably because the yelling and punishing has taken up WAY too much of my free time. Blaine just got back from a 9 day road trip. Now, there was a time that if someone would've complained to be about their husband being away for 9 days, I would have smiled and laughed, but definitely thought "suck it up how bad could it be" in my head. After all, I have survived almost two whole seasons without my husband while in FL not around family and birthing two children. Sadly, I have to admit that my feelings on this have changed... like most things as I get older... and I do mean older, but that is a whole other entry.
So, I have a certain very life experienced friend who has been through a lot and is a big influence in my life. They are actually like life lessons that you use as a tool later in life. Like when she warned me endlessly (and I do mean endlessly- love you, friend) that two children were more than twice as hard as one child and I thought "suck it up, how bad could it be?" Years later, I found out. Or, when she told me about the time that she was unbelievably sick and alone and taking care of two toddlers with no family around and she had to lay on the floor with a blanket over her head to survive for days. Now, I realize how much that stinks. Or, when her two year old locked herself in a room in a hotel in the middle of New Mexico while Nate was playing baseball. Yep, definitely thought about all these things in the 9 days that Blaine was away.
It all started out just fine. Columbus is a great town... especially for shopping...so I was going to dig in. The term digging into shopping also changes when you have two kids, by the way... but look at all the money I save! Anyway-the first couple days were great, we checked out all the malls and outlets within a 60 mile range and things were going ok. As the third day rolls around, Charlie is getting more and more... well almost 3. He is needing discipline and more sleep than his body thinks he needs. I am needing noise canceling earphones and blood pressure medication. He is pretty defiant but things are manageable until day 6 hits. I am starting to get a cold. By day 7 I am full out sick, miserable and TIRED! If you want to torture someone, get them sick and put them in a 200 square foot room with two toddlers, one who throws constant demands and refuses to sleep. I thought day 7 was the worst until day 8 came. To sum it up, sick as heck, kids not sleeping, accused of hitting a car in parking lot (ok ok it was a mall, but I only went there because I could let Charlie play in hopes that he would wear himself out and get an afternoon nap). Note on my car when I walked out. "You hit my car ...." What? Uhh... ok I was half comatose, but I know I did not hit this car. Feeling sick, have to call insurance co. , phone not working. Get home, fix phone, went to take Wrigley out right in front of porch and Charlie locks me out. Yeah. Spent 5 minutes talking him into unlocking door and finally he backed down. Thank goodness! As the kids went to bed, we all prayed for Dad's quick delivery home early the next morning.
I have never appreciated Blaine, Cheryl, or Single Moms in my life as much as I do now. Hooray for the homestand.
