I have a limit

Seeing I have a husband who travels on a regular basis, I'm slowly getting used to it. I don't complain as much when I hear he has to leave again.
Luckily, many of his travels are 1 to 2 nights away. Not too bad.
Then there is the occasional Mon-Fri which is never fun.
It's not the main daily activities that are hard, it's the little things. Particularly after the kids go to bed and I'm alone.
This trip is the longest he's ever been gone, 11 days.
We're on day 8, 3 more to go.
3 more sleeps. Sleeps are not easy.

I never realized that I truly have a limit. My heart, my mind, it has a 5 day limit. I can do 5 days.
When you cross a weekend, it's tooooo much. When you have half of one weekend and then the whole next weekend....toooo much.

I was lucky enough to go visit a friend this weekend. We had a slumber party and watched our every growing boys play 'bad guys' together. It was wonderful, and it did help the time go by quicker. But the entire time, in the back of my head, I was missing Dave.

I MISS DAVE!!!

3 more days, 3 more days, 3 more days.

Oh, on a side note, if your child can reach food items in your pantry, keep the box of KIX away. I'd hate for you to have to clean up an almost entirely full bag like I did. A totally dumped, crumbled under the feet of a 30 lb 1yr old. And if by chance it does happen, hopefully your older child won't decide that crushed up Kix looks like sand. It's a fun thing to make MORE sand, didn't you know?
But then again, if it does happen, I hope you remember to grab the video camera like I luckily thought to do! :)