Come Home Mommy, Come Home

As I type this my wife and the mother of my children is in route to us via an International flight from Japan. She’s been gone for 7 days, and I’ve taken on the task of single-parent for a week. After this experience I have a great appreciation for those less-fortunate than myself, raising kids without the help of a spouse; or even grandparents down the street! It’s gone well in her absence, but we are all ready for her to return to our lives. Raising my kids, taking them to school, getting ready for church, eating dinner, reading bed-time stories, wrestling, coloring sesame street characters, playing at the park, and everything else we do is just not the same without our Mommy around to share it with. That’s for sure.

The one and only thing that has driven me crazy in her absence is the patronizing comments from those around me. More than once, actually over a dozen times, I’ve had someone say something to the effect that they can’t believe I haven’t run away yet; or that they can’t believe I’m doing it all by myself; or that they bet the kids are eating take-out pizza every night while Mommy is gone. Will society give us men a little bit of credit? It’s hard taking care of your kids all by yourself, but I’m a parent and an adult. Why couldn’t I care for my kids? I hate being grouped in with the cavemen of the world, just because I’m a dad and a man. Geesh! Enough already! And this rant doesn’t mean I’m going to be a little girl hair stylist any time soon, but I gave it my best shot and I think for the most part my daughter’s hair looked presentable. For the most part…

Big Brother & Little Sister

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Today I had Dylan & Lauryn home with me, so we ran a few errands. I love it that when Dylan & Lauryn are together they hold hands wherever they go. Wonder when that will wear off?

4 days without Mommy and we are still hanging in there. Only 3 more days to go!

Three Kids, One Hairbrush, and Me

Sometime between Monday night and Tuesday morning, my wife left me. I have vague recollections of her leaving the house with suitcases packed and some doors opening and closing. She did, however, promise to return in 7 days, so I’m not really worried about it.

She’s gone to Japan for the week to visit a friend. It’s one of those crazy things that she’ll never probably be able to do again, so she just went for it. Great for her, but very chaotic for me. Since I was unable to convince her that the kids would make great travel partners, I’m left at home with all the family. Today was our third morning to get up and get ready without Mommy around. Starr and I have a great routine in the mornings. She makes the lunches and gets breakfast ready for the kids. I get ready for work, and iron everyone’s clothes. I usually tackle getting the boys dressed, and she takes care of Lauryn. It’s a great system. Without her here, it has been thrown totally out of whack! I did make all the kids lunches for the entire week, and have them stored in the fridge (don’t worry it’s all pre-packaged lunch materials; ie. uncrustables, lunchables, etc… .) And I iron most everything the night before school, so it’s all ready. However, the biggest challenge has been combing the hair of my 2 year old daughter, Lauryn. It’s somewhere close to as challenging as brushing the hair of a wild, irritated, snotty and gassy grizzly bear. Lauryn knows I shouldn’t be doing this, and is very vocal in her protest. We might have to buy her a hat to wear the rest of the week. Something has to give!

Things are going well so far, but we’re all missing Mommy very much. It’ll be good for all of us, to see what life is like without her. I think…