As you might have surmised from my last post, Colonel Dad is out of town this week.
The Colonel doesn’t travel much, but when he does, it always makes me appreciate how good we’ve got it when he’s home. The kids miss him. I miss him. And I also really, really miss speaking in sentences that use words more than one syllable long.
And, truth be told, his absences always make me realize how inept I am in the solo parenting department. Case in point, the rebuttal telegram that was delivered to me this evening:
Clearly, I have not been bringing my parenting A-game to the table this week. I’ve noticed it. And, to my dismay, the kids have most certainly noticed it.
In all honesty, when the Colonel is out of town, I feel off kilter. Unbalanced. Yes, he does a lot with the kids, and helps out with stuff around the house when I need it. But it’s more than that.
The Colonel is an integral part of what holds our little family together. He lends patience (and marbles) when I’ve lost mine. He’s got my back. He makes me feel like more than just General Momma. And he also speaks in sentences that require words longer than one syllable. I’ve missed all that this week.
Safe travels home, Colonel. The troops and I will be waiting for you with open arms.
This post was written for Week 3 of Kludgy Mom’s B2S/B2B challenge. I chose the prompt from the idea bank: “Find one of your old blog posts. Rewrite it, using the perspective of someone else in your family.”