Thanks. I'm really not quite as pathetic as the post made me seem. I just get all grumpy when he's not around.
I really feel for my friends who are "real" single-parents. I'm just playing one for a week and I have a LOT of help (I've got people picking Julian up from the nanny all week so I can get enough hours in at work).
Plus, if I were REALLY a single-parent, I would be relying solely on my salary to support myself, and that would seriously suck.
yes, my point exactly. We share a nanny with a neighbor for after school, which helps a lot. Mind you, I wouldn't need the nanny if I stopped working, but that's obviously not feasible. Bleh. It's very frustrating. I'd much rather be home, but I do enjoy paying the mortgage on time.
My mother in law picked up Julian yesterday, a friend picked Julian up today, my mother is picking him up tomorrow. I definitely have no cause to complain. Except that I'd rather just be able to be home for him myself.
Yeah, it's a pretty big tradeoff. If I weren't disabled I'd be having to make that decision myself. As it is, right now I don't even have the energy to try to find a nanny job, nevermind actually being one. I hate CFS so much. I'm exhausted all the time, and this little voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that I'm a bad person because I'm lazy and don't have a job. On the other hand, I get to be around 24/7 for Rivka. Oh well, it's all for the good, right?
Ah, sorry, I was unclear. Seth is my bashert. Or, at least, he's my husband. ;)
He's just gone for a week (he's at a Pharmacy Conference in California). Whenever he "abandons" me for a business trip (which isn't often), I refer to it as "single parenting" only because it gives me a very, very tiny taste of what my poor single-parent friends have to deal with.
Not a problem... you probably weren't reading my journal when I posted that he was leaving for a conference. So it was likely unclear. :)
Also, a good chunk of my friends also read Seth's journal, so they had more context than you... it was really a rather unfair way for me to phrase my post... but I still think it's funny. :) (I joke that our kesuvah is good for fifty years and after that I reserve the right to see other people if I want to and that Seth's job in this marriage is to make sure I never want to cash in on that clause, so it's even FUNNIER given that context. Well, it's funnier to ME, anyway.)
It's just ridiculous that I can't live without him for a week without getting all grumpy about it. (FWIW, I get far less grumpy about missing him when I'm the one who leaves him at home)
A week of it is far too long. Thirty-six hours is okay. Beyond that, there better be some serious chocolate upon return -- and even then, no guarantees.
OK, so put the serious chocolate on the dining room table instead. And put the silly chocolate on the kichen countertops, so it won't have to listen to the serious chocolate debating philosophy.
It's just overwhelming to try to get 40 hours in while trying to keep up with Danger Boy and having the basement redone and complaints from the cats and all that jazz.
I really, really, really love you. It seems like forever, but I'll be seeing you soon.
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