J. left approximately 10 minutes ago, and I am already counting down the days, hours, minutes until he comes back. (7 days, 20 hours, 32 minutes – in case anyone is counting along at home.)
After he left, it took several trips upstairs to reassure poor Emma. Daddy had told her that he would be home on Monday and she said, “Hey! Tomorrow is Monday!” After Daddy explained that it was next Monday, she just kind of fell apart. “I’m just sad that Daddy is leaving.”
So I did what any good Mommy would do. I basically bribed her and told her she could sleep with me for the night. And with that promise, she instantly fell asleep.
The one and only good thing about J.’s business trips is sprawling out in bed after the girls are all tucked in. Alone. And now I have a little bony bundle of elbows and knees to look forward to tonight.
Ugh. Yeah, I think it may be a very loooong week.