Sometimes we have to do really hard things and then find they aren't nearly as hard as we thought they were. Still hard but not the struggle that we feared.
This week has been that way for me. My loving husband abandoned us for a week in southern France....for work but still! An entire week by myself at 7.5 months pregnant while taking care of 2 two-year-olds and having to still work was seriously daunting for me. I was QUITE crabby and stressed out leading up to this week alone.
And then he left ... and we were ... fine. There have been some tears and a few small meltdowns and of course I came down with a rotten cold right after he left but overall, we've done really, really well, far better than I thought we would. It's been a calmer, happier week than a lot of other weeks when there are two parents at home. In fact I've gotten more done this week than a lot of other weeks. I baked with the kids, I cleared out all their old clothes, I cooked real meals for dinner most nights.
The kids have enjoyed skyping with Daddy this week, which we fit into the morning routine most mornings. They talk a lot about Daddy being in an airplane and on a train and that the airplane will bring him home again. They sometimes really really need a Daddy hug and after some sad tears they settle for a Mommy hug. Poor pumpkins!
I've relaxed my TV rules and that has helped. I also adjusted my expectations for timing in the mornings and that has helped. Overall, I find if I don't push for things to be done when I want them done, they generally happen anyway at close to the same time. And if they don't, it's not the end of the world.
For example, yesterday Sam was up at 6am hungry for breakfast. I fed him, set him up with Backyardigans on the TV and then got in the shower and was completely ready by 7:15 when Rachel woke up. A quick breakfast/milk for her and we were out the door and at daycare by 8:05!
This morning however, they both slept till 7:15 and we didn't get to daycare until 9. So my very last work day was delayed by a full hour... and who cares? It's mostly a sick day anyway cuz oh my heavens this is a nasty cold!
I've packed us to to spend a couple of nights up at Grandma and Grandpa's house to add some variety to the week and then on Saturday we will pick up Daddy at the airport. YAY!
I'm feeling pretty positive right now as we head into this fall season. I'm in count down mode, 6 weeks till baby comes (although my Dr predicts that I won't go to term) and a lot of little milestones along the way to look forward to. Birthday party for the kids, me going to a friend's wedding, prepping for Christmas now that I'm off work cuz I'm pretty sure nothing is going to get done after the baby comes. :P