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11 Days

I knew it was coming. I've known for a while that it was going to happen. I just chose not to think about it because every time I did think about it I would get anxious about it. Well. Today is the day. It happened. Mr. Mayer left. For 11 days. Yikes!!! A long weekend, no problem. But a week and a half? Yikes!!! It will be just me and kids. Just typing it makes me panic a little. And, if I'm being honest. I'm not sure why I'm so anxious about this. It will be the same stuff I do everyday. I mean. I'm a stay at home Mom. I'm with these people every day! I think what makes me anxious is the idea that I know he will not be here to back me up. Usually around 5pm things start to go down hill around here. I'm tired. The kids are tired. There is crying. There is screaming. There is all around mayhem. It's nice to have another adult around to talk to and to take a screaming kid. As I was dropping him off at the airport this morning he said "Please don't kill my kids. Just lock them in a room or something."
The thing that makes me groan the most? Mr. Mayer takes Diva to school every morning. The Dudes don't get up until after they have left. I'm going to have to get them up early and take Diva to school. He also picks Diva up from dance since it's an hour and it's hard to keep the Dudes entertained in the car while we wait for her. I take that sort of stuff for granted. It's a small thing that makes life a little easier.
So. I had my little wallow. 11 days. We can do this. A friend is watching the kids this weekend and I'm going to fly out to see Mr. Mayer (and our cousin and her new baby Gavin. I mean, he's the real reason I'm going. I'm dying to see him in person). That will give me a mini break. Then next week will be next week. It will fly by I'm sure. I have big plans not to make dinner. Watch all sorts of chick flicks and wallow on the couch after the kids are in bed. I'm sure wine will be involved at some point :)
Mr. Mayer is really excited about this trip. I'm glad. It will be good for him. The training, but being away from home for a little bit will be good as well. A little separation from time to time is good for the soul I think . See, he's been gone 2 hours and I already miss him and realize how much I take him being here for granted. So~ Mr. Mayer~ I know you will read this. Have a great trip. We will be fine. I won't kill them. 11 days? Humph.....easy.

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  1. Read 50 Shades of Grey at night w/your wine & you will really miss him then :)
    You will do GREAT!!

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