More like a bad week to be quite honest…it just hasn’t been the best of weeks around here and it seems as though I am taking it out on all the wrong people. Good thing I have never professed to be perfect because I am certainly far from it and it has been quite apparent the last couple of days!! After a mini cry-fest last night while sitting at the dinner table watching the kids inhale their corn on the cob and yet another one in the parking lot of Huntler’s school this morning on the shoulder of my sweet friend Lindsey, I think I am better. Not to mention that I just unloaded on Chris while he was home at lunch and that always helps. As I said…I am far from perfect.
Some of you may have seen the post I added yesterday and then the short one I followed up with. I was in a cranky mood and as I typed the words I knew it wasn’t my normal self coming through, but I am human…I am who I am. I think what I think and I feel what I feel. I realize to most of you I am just some random person who takes tons of pictures and likes crafts, but there is so much more to me than that!! I guess for some that isn’t a stretch of the imagination, but I am sure others think that I am always this happy go lucky mom of two who has this perfect little story book life…
And since I am just getting started on this emotional outpour of mine, that is about the farthest from the truth as it gets!! Don’t get me wrong, I am blessed beyond measure and I KNOW that. I have two sweet, happy, healthy, beautiful kids who mean the world to me. I have a husband who would move mountains to make me happy if he could. We have a great house and a nice car (albeit a minivan!!). My kids’ closets are stuffed with more adorable clothes than they could possibly ever wear. But things aren’t what make you happy my friends…they don’t even come close.
We are incredibly fortunate to have what we have…but it comes at a cost. Without going into too much detail, Chris has his own business and it is HARD, HARD work. So many times I have had people say things to me like, “Wow, must be nice that he gets to take off whenever he wants.” Or, “Aren’t you lucky, he gets to set his own hours” or “Must be rough,” or other random things like that. If only they knew…if only.
It is so NOT like that. In fact, most of the time I honestly wish he worked a 9:00 to 5:00 job where he could go in for eight hours and check work at at the door on his way out. Our life would be so much different if he did. See, our days (especially lately, but most of the time anyway) consist of him going to work around 8:00 and coming home around 6:00. Then we eat, play with the kids, get them bathed and in bed and Chris pulls out his iPhone or his laptop and dives right back into work. Those are the good nights. On the not so good nights he comes home even later and then goes BACK to work once the kids are in bed and doesn’t come back home until 6:00 or 7:00 in the morning when he rests for a couple of hours and goes back to work for the day.
That is where we are now. Work, work, work. And while he is working to provide for us, it sure doesn’t make it any easier to deal with two small children who miss their daddy and just need some time with him. It doesn’t make the laundry more fun or the house easier to clean. It doesn’t make the days pass quickly or the seasons change. In fact, time stands still and the days drag on. And it most certainly doesn’t make it easier on me. I love my kids dearly, but sometimes I just need a break. And more importantly, sometimes I just need 100% of my husband’s time and attention…
I can’t tell you the last time we went on a trip and he didn’t spend a good portion of the time on his phone or laptop. Christmas, vacation, those rare occasions he does take off when we have friends or family visiting from out of town…we don’t get all of him. There is ALWAYS, ALWAYS something to do for work…always.
Not to make him the bad guy in this because I know without a shadow of a doubt he would MUCH rather be home with us and playing or swimming or doing just about anything else. I know that. Yet he is the one who gets the silent treatment when I have had enough. He is the one who gets to witness the not so fun side of me. And although I know in my heart he would rather be anywhere but work, it still doesn’t make it easier.
(Photo taken by
Tonya a couple of weeks ago on our California trip.)
So honey, if you are reading this, I am sorry I haven’t been much fun to be around the last couple of days. I know you are working hard to take care of us, but we miss you and we need you. It is hard enough being away from all our friends and family back home and being away from you makes it even worse. In case you need to be reminded, I love you dearly and just need you to be here for me…you are the half that makes me whole and it is quite obvious that I am really not whole these days…I love you.
So…if you are wondering why I haven’t posted much this week or why I felt the need to take down my posts for fear of offending others with what I wrote yesterday, that is why. I’ve had a bad week…thank goodness it is almost over! Just one more day!!
Sorry to unload all of that on you all, but I am just keepin’ it real. I am not going to pretend that I don’t have bad days or meltdowns or any of that, because I do. This week it is all just hitting me at once. I am so sick and tired of this heat I could scream. I am super homesick and really bummed that we aren’t going back next month. Chris is busy with work and I am just flat worn out (emotionally) from all of it.
So…there you have it!!!
On a much lighter note, I had a fun morning with a new friend and learned a new craft!! We drank lemonade and chatted while working away and I enjoyed every second of it! So Danielle, if you are reading this, thanks for spending the morning with us and teaching me something new!!