Josh is gone to a youth retreat in the suburbs. He won’t be back until 7pm-ish on Sunday. For those of you keeping track, this means that Jude and I will be on our own for a total of 50 hours. FIFTY FREAKING HOURS. *sigh*
I really dislike it when Josh has to go away. I don’t like sleeping without him, and I don’t like waking up to an empty spot on the bed. I also don’t like not getting a break from being mama or not being able to shower or use the bathroom (read: go potty) by myself. Oh, and for some reason, whenever Josh goes away, I get sick. This time is no different… I feel a cold coming on, and if you couldn’t guess, I don’t like that either.
But, people of the internets, I have a secret, and if you promise not to tell my husband, I’ll tell *you.* Okay, you promise? Great!
When Josh goes away, and it’s just Jude and me roughing it, we tend to have really, really good days together. We fall into this rhythm, and life just seems to flow. Nap time is never a hassle, meal times are a joy, play time is fun, and bed time is early! I don’t know why it is. Perhaps it’s because… well, you know how, when struck with the idea that she may lose her child, a mother could lift a car if need be? Well, I think it’s something like that. Or maybe that’s a bad analogy. What I mean is, well… I guess because I *have* to do everything and because I *need* each day to run smoothly or risk poking myself in the eyes with hot pokers, I just *make* the days good. Or maybe Jude makes the days good. I don’t know, really. But the bottom line is, we have good days (*knocks wood*).
Still, despite the good days (and being able to turn the heat way, way up without getting the stink eye from *someone*), I still hate it when he’s gone. I get lonely and I miss him. That being said, if any of you local Chicago readers want to take Jude and me in for the weekend… entertain us and what have you, just drop me a line! We like playdates, and God knows if we don’t get out of the house we’re likely to kill each other (I kid!).



