August 22, 2012 by Marj Hatzell
Now I can talk about it. I didn’t want to announce anything because people on the Internets can be scary and stuff.
The Guy I Live With and Bug Boy were away for eleven days. They went to visit TGILW’s family in Utah. Bugaboo and I stayed home.
I haven’t seen them in four years now.
We kept toying with the idea of going back. But we’ve flown with Bugaboo several times and well, let’s just say that while he’s REALLY, REALLY well-behaved for Bugaboo, it is quite difficult to keep him busy in an airplane for five hours.
In the car? Three days is NOTHING. He’ll go twelve hours at a time, he’s fine. But five hours in a plane?
I’d rather have my toenails pulled out or my eyes gouged out with a spoon.
So, the hubs wanted to go out and see his family. It had been far too long a
Where was I? Right.Travel.
The Guy I Live With wanted to go see his family and I desperately wanted to go. But Bugaboo is now in school all summer long. He has a week off here and there but that’s it. And since the debacle of last spring and the fact that we are JUST NOW clawing our way back? Well, we were unwilling to mess with it. Mostly because we were afraid we’d get out there and be STUCK. And I know how badly Bug Boy and The Guy I Live With needed to take a break from the Bugaboo. And believe me, I desperately, DESPERATELY need a break from the Bugaboo and eleven days would have been awesome, that is, if I could find someone able and willing to stay with him.
But eleven days without Mommy would have been disastrous for the Bugaboo, see. He barely survived our four-day weekend this year (usually three days but this year we made it four because WE LIVE ON THE WILD SIDE) So I decided that TGILW and Bug Boy should go on their own. And have an awesome time. And relax and swim and visit and sight-see and eat and just chill.
Without me. Or Bugaboo. And that was really, really hard to do.
But I did it because I’m a big girl and I can deal. Even though I missed them terribly. See, I’ve never been apart from Bug Boy for more than four days. Even though he is eleven, and kids his age often go away to camps and such, he hasn’t been away from us. And technically he wasn’t, since Daddy was there. But Mommy wasn’t and Mommy missed her boy so much it hurt. And I don’t like to be separated from The Guy I Live With one iota. I know, I’m a big baby. There are single moms that do what I do, military families, etc, etc. I get that. I know it SUCKS for them. Me? It sucks a little for me, too. Five hours each night with Bugaboo from the time he comes home from school until the time he goes (if he goes) to bed? Like spending 15 hours with a very, very active three-year-old. Except 65 lbs and hulkish strength. Oh, and likes sprinkling carpet cleaner, salt and stinky (parmesan cheese) all over my house. And my house smelled like BUTT for a few days. Ew.
Gosh, I wanted to go. But I didn’t. And I missed my guys.
So I did the next best thing. I emailed and texted them, we video chatted, they sent me a post card and they had an awesome trip and I had some quiet time. I also got a little manic and gutted Bug Boy’s room. And repainted it and redecorated it and put it all back again. In eleven days. Mostly by myself. Yes, I promised TGILW I wouldn’t paint anymore while he was away and stuff. I just couldn’t help myself. I had to stay busy! He doesn’t want a bored, sad, lonely wife, right? RIIIIGHT? By the way, red is freaking haaaarrrrrrd to do. Four coats. FOUR. COATS. So I was busy…not bored at all, as a matter of fact.
But I was lonely. I missed the other half of my family.
Monday night when they came home I felt all was right in the world again.
I feel like we made the right decision. Especially given that they left in the wee hours of the morning and their flight got grounded due to those awesome PA August thunderstorms.
As in, they sat on the plane. On the runway. For four hours. FOUR. HOURS. And Bug Boy managed to hold it together.
Me? That’s about when I thought, “WE MADE THE RIGHT DECISION, THANK FSM.” Because four hours trapped on a plane on the runway without moving? And then five more on the flight with the Bugaboo? Again, I’d rather have my eyes gouged out with a spoon, simultaneously having rusty nails hammered into my shins.
Eventually I hope Bugaboo and I will get out there. It’s just becoming increasingly more difficult to travel with him and more difficult to alter his routine. So I don’t know when, or if, that will ever happen again. Or if I’ll get to go without him eventually. But if I do, we have another bedroom, two baths, a kitchen, hallway and family room to paint. You know, because I have to stay busy and stuff.
Just kidding, honey! I won’t paint again! Maybe. Pretty much. I think.