Thursday, July 22, 2010
Kicking and Screaming
But not literally. It wouldn't be dignified. And it sets a bad example for the children. ;)
This week--aside from the birthdays Monday and Friday--is a flurry of last minute wardrobe checks, voice practices and studying. Why? Because the ENTIRE FAMILY is speaking in church this Sunday. And the kids are singing.
Like how I got out of that? Yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself.
Next week will be a different kind of flurry. And not necessarily a happy one. Because on August 1, my husband is flying to LA for a month to work.
And I haven't told the kids yet. I know; I'm a coward. Really I don't want to put a damper on their speaking engagement Sunday, or my daughter's birthday tomorrow. So we'll tell them Sunday night or Monday.
I'm going to miss him. I hate that he's leaving, even though financially it will be very good for us. And it's not like we haven't done this before.
So, you might ask, what's the problem?
Bryan and I function as parents very, very well when we're together. Alone, either of us is about 30 percent effective. I don't know what causes the drop, but honestly, it's true.
Many of you may not know, but I started out my marriage like this. By the time I was pregnant with Brandon, Bryan was gone for sometimes weeks with his job. Then he joined the over the road crew when the twins were babies, and for most of their first year was in Wyoming for 3 weeks of every month--and home for 6 days. No kidding. He quit because the boys hardly recognized him when he'd come home, and it broke his heart.
When we moved to UT, Bryan was still driving. So he was gone a lot. But I love the big lug, and none of this experience has made it any easier to let him go for a month.
And I have to the the grown up, mature one about it. Smile, nod, hug, and let him go.
I hate being mature.
But, you know I'll do it. Because it's what's best. And, hopefully, this will be the last time.