So, Honey’s gone for the weekend. Grandma died Tuesday morning so he and B went to UT for the funeral. I’m home with S and little D, and amazingly I’m not completely wigged out by it. I think I might be allergic to motherhood, though. My arms are breaking out in a rash!
I’m actually glad he’s gone, because I have a LOT of work to do that I can guarantee you I wouldn’t have done if he were home this weekend. Those men are such a distraction!
I’ve got a house to clean (I want to surprise him but not give him a heart attack. Do you know that he actually mentioned during a talk in Sacrament Meeting that I am not the world’s best housekeeper? You could hear the massive intake of breath all at once. People came up to me after, even some of the men, and acknowledge how big his faux pas was. Kinda funny…), a paper to write, LOADS of reading to catch up on for my course I’m taking, and I have to entertain the kidlins and feed them food I normally wouldn’t to get them to comply while Daddy’s gone.
So what am I doing here instead? Just taking a moment to remember how not scared I am to do it all alone. I know it’s only for a couple of days, but that’s huge in my playbook.