Adjusting

I'm going to be completely honest here. I. Miss. My. Husband. Yes, I know he just left Sunday evening. Not even 48 hours ago. But I still miss him. I'm not even sure if it's OK to call him to ask about a couple of things. Because he is at a brand new job and I'm not sure how they would take him accepting a call from me right now. Well, right now I could, but he wouldn't be happy with me, it is, after all 6am. But I mean when he is at work. Hmmm...and that just made me realize that I don't even know the phone number for his new office. I better get that from him.

I almost didn't pick up the kids from the babysitter yesterday. Without thinking, I almost turned left to go home rather than right to go to the babysitter's house. Because it was Monday and Brent gets the kids on Monday.

I wish he was here to help with the kids. Like yesterday evening when I was feeding Jacob and Samantha told me she needed to go potty. I had to put Jacob down, and of course he promptly started screaming because he was NOT done eating. And he kept on screaming the whole time until Samantha was done and we both had our hands washed and I could pick him back up. And neither kid got a bath last night. And we had the 2nd day in a row of PB&J for dinner. (Although I did offer some leftover spagetti, but Samantha said she wanted "butter jelly samich" and I wasn't willing to make dinner a battle.)

And I realized that if I do have to go to the store, I better go at lunch because doing so in the evening will be all but impossible. Well, at least if I want the kids in bed anywhere close to on time. It was at least 8:30 before Samantha was asleep last night...I shoot for in bed by 7:30 and asleep by 8, usually. Hopefully I will manage to work bathtime in tonight.

I miss having a hug when I get home from work. And I miss having someone to talk to as I am going to bed. Good grief...I'm getting awfully sappy after less than 2 days!

Samantha is doing fairly well so far. Bedtime is a battle, but then, that's nothing new. She did talk about Daddy going away in the van when I picked her up yesterday evening, but she wasn't crying. She was just telling me. She talked to him on the phone and cheerfully said "Bye-bye. uv you" when she was done talking. And when we said our prayers, she added "Thank you Daddy" (she leaves out the word "for")

I am grateful that Samantha seems to be adjusting fairly well, at least so far. And as far as the rest goes, we will get used to things and it will get easier. Won't it?! And even if it doesn't...we just have a little less than 5 weeks to go.