It’s Saturday and our family leader/make-us-feel-safe guy is coming back home tonight. Excuse me while I get a tissue. 🙂
I survived the past two days only because Dear Abi’s momma packed her bags and hauled Abi over to my house and spent the night with me.
It’s a good thing, because we had some pretty intense storms both nights and like I told her……”I would have pooped.”
Although, I used much more colorful language than that.
My hat is off to all of the momma’s and daddy’s that do this job alone every day. I take for granted the relief I get just from Russ coming home at the end of the day. Just to have him to talk to or pass out in front of is such a comfort. I had no idea.
This was the first time he had ever been away from Drew, which meant it was the first time I had ever been alone with both boys for longer than seven hours. But, I did it. I put on my big girl panties and stepped up to the plate and did what I had to do.
Of course that was after my sister-in-law scraped me off the ceiling and moved in with her three-month-old daughter for two days.