Saturday, September 8, 2012
I've had myself a few crying jags today.
We've had the captain home for 17 days. 17 great days. Tomorrow, he starts back at work after "maternity leave." I'm going to miss him so much.
This guy, he never misses a beat. Not only does he just step in and do what is necessary around here, but he does it without complaining. He never makes me feel bad or guilty for all the extra stuff he has to do -- the laundry, cooking, the cleaning, the boys' baths/bedtime/general entertainment.
I feel a little panicky to be without him. Am I ready to take care of four kids alone? Will I get to Mass on time and keep everyone together? Will the lack of sleep make me crazy? Will I maintain enough patience for the rugrats?
I know. Suck it up. Other moms do it. But I've been spoiled. And I'm reminded to be thankful for the other (better) half of my team. I love you, Cory. Couldn't do this without you. Hurry home.