Jul 26, 2016
Well, I am back in the solo parenting arena. Last week was Chris' first week back at work since May, MAY!! It's just crazy to think that he was home with us for that long, day in and day out. It has never happened, and it will probably never happen again as long as he wakes up and puts on a uniform. Whomp whomp whomp....
I can Debbie downer on this post real quick like.
And since Chris isn't exactly in his normal job, he is in "school" for the next several months, the work doesn't end when he is off. He has to study and write papers and basically lock himself in the guest room. This isn't the first time he has gone through a pretty intense schooling event while having a house full of crazy people, it is just multiplied this time around. So last week, I didn't see him until he got home on Friday. He leaves at an ungodly hour in the morning, and then has a study group after class each day, followed by some mental decompression at the gym. The kids are all asleep by the time he gets home, and most likely I am asleep on the couch with the dogs. In order for him to get anything done, he pretty much has to stay out of the house. If the kids or Caspian can smell him, he is doomed. They just bang on the door, or scream for him, or drive me crazy asking for him until I want to take a cheese grader to my ears!
The weekend was a nice little break though, or well Saturday was. Chris is a sponsor for an international officer in his class, so we took him out. And we scared the living shit out of him in our minivan, and I am 99.98% sure he never wants to see us again. But he is so nice, and it was amazing to hear about where he is from and even more interesting to hear his first impression on America. I am hoping that the scars from my children will fade and he will give us another chance. But based on his facial expressions....I'm going with no. HA! The kids were asking a million questions, and when one would interrupt the other the gates of hell opened and the screaming would erupt. Chris and I are so numb to it that we just carry on with life. But I'm thinking if the van doors weren't child locked, our tourist in crazy town would have jumped out.
And I'd be noddin' my head like yea.....this is how we party in the U.S.A.