Long Days...

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I finally asked Ian tonight how long I should expect him to be coming home so late after starting at the new store. On one hand, I feel guilty for my deep hatred of his long days. On the other hand, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! Haha. For some reason, when the clock strikes 6 and my partner isn't home, I just start to lose it...seriously. I feel like Cinderella - I turn into a totally different person when I hear those 6 chimes. When he comes home earlier, it's not like I completely turn everything over to him and he takes my place and I run into a room and close the door. I'm still busy when he comes home earlier in the evening taking care of the kids, making supper, etc. But the only difference is that my wonderful husband is there to assist me in disciplining, quieting the falcon in our house, keeping Cayman entertained...he's there, and it makes a world of difference.

Tonight on the other hand........ He did not come home early. (By early, I mean 5ish.) He was home at 7:30...I think...I quit looking at the clock. I was far past frustrated...not at Ian, by any means. Mainly I was frustrated at the situation. I was tired of being alone with the kids for 12 hours during the day. I was tired of feeling guilty for being tired of being alone with the kids for 12 hours during the day. I was tired of listening to Charis screaming/screeching at the top of her lungs. I was tired of Cayman whining for.....anything and everything. I was just tired from not sleeping well since the time change. And then my prince charming arrived... I don't think I looked at him (or Cayman or Charis for that matter) for the next hour. I told him I was mad, that I was not mad at him, that I didn't want to talk about it right then, that I needed some alone time, and he said, "Alright." And off they all went - where? I don't know. I locked myself in the kids' bedrooms putting away clothes. Then I went outside to sit in the lounge chair on the porch. I ignored all the "uhohs" and "Cayman!" and "------" (however you spell the noise that Charis makes...). I sat in the comfy chair, listened to the breeze blowing the palm trees, and looked at the stars.

Eventually though, I heard Ian tell Cayman, "You upset mommy tonight Cayman. I think you should go tell her you're sorry." Then I heard the pitter patter of little feet running through the house, out to the porch. "I sorry, Mama." He climbed up in my lap, gave me a sweet little boy kiss, and then, he actually snuggled with me for two minutes to look at the stars and snakes (Spanish moss hanging in the tree right behind our house). He even sang a couple lines of "Twinkle, Twinkle" for me. I told him that he should go ask Daddy and Charis to come sit outside with us, so we all enjoyed our back porch for a while tonight. And mommy felt much better after alone time, sweet snuggles from her baby boy, and watching Cayman and Charis hugging on each other. And bed time, of course.