January 30, 2013

To my husband,

It was so lovely to get your call this evening from France, which is the latest stop in your two-week world tour. It was good timing, too, because I had actually gotten in the door from swimming lessons, Benjamin’s podiatrist appointment, and picking up Zach from his friend’s house. I had even unpacked some of the containers from their lunch boxes, although I hadn’t yet cleaned them, and Zach had already stormed upstairs after fighting with his brother. Benjamin had also already hit Lilah and torn Zach’s book, so we were ahead of schedule for the evening.

I’m sorry I couldn’t talk right away. The school OT suggested at our meeting last week that I work with Benjamin one-on-one on handwriting, which I guess you gathered when you heard me saying, “start at the top” and “now, how do you form an A?” I’d have loved to have talked after that, even though I did have to empty out the swimming bags, shove the leftovers in the oven, and hang the coats that the kids can’t hang ever since the hook rack fell down in the closet three months ago, but then Lilah called me upstairs.

Let’s just say there was something I had to clean up. In the bathroom. Completely obviating the benefit I gained from showering her after swimming lessons.

The kids asked that you bring back French coins. Feel free to acquire those coins as change while purchasing me a nice bottle of wine.


The Quivering Mass of Flesh Formerly Known as Your Wife

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  • Reply Anjali January 30, 2013 at 1:55 am

    Oh, goodness. Sorry it was so rough!

  • Reply WendyElissa January 30, 2013 at 2:05 am

    It’s hard being a mother. It’s wonderful too and better than not being one, but still hard. I know you already know that but sometimes it helps when other people acknowledge it. I hope the kids went to bed ok for you so you get a chance to recharge for tomorrow.

  • Reply Melanie January 30, 2013 at 2:29 pm

    the night before last the dreaded stomach flu hit my oldest (7) around 2am and the mess was pretty horrific… I was up the rest of the night doing laundry and bleaching the tar out of every hard surface I could.. and my husband was upstairs running bleach solution thru the carpet cleaner and all I kept thinking was how grateful I was that he was there and that I had help. He took a different job a couple of years ago specifically aimed at reducing travel and while his travel wasn’t excessive (usually gone 7 -10days a month back then) it was hard. I hope the rest of his absence goes by quickly for you!

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