Dads Home!

11 days. 

That’s how long I was home alone with my children. 

I’m tired. 

My husband came home last night from a business trip. My girls were beside themselves with excitement. 

They got presents and candy and were sent back to bed.

Both my husband and I were exhausted. Him from his trip and all day of traveling and me from these insane children. 

You never realize how much you need your spouse until they are gone.

Granted, he does work all day during the week and doesn’t get home until after dinner sometimes. But it’s that hour or two before bedtime that makes all the difference. That time when I can just breathe and my kids leave me alone because they want dad. 

It’s the fact that he gives the baths and reads them their nighttime stories. 

It’s him being tired from work but listening to me ramble on about my day.

While he is gone I don’t have time to dwell on him not being there. I miss him, but I’m so busy wrangling up kids 24/7, that I just don’t think about much. 

But when he comes home, I realize how hard it is without him. Just to have the focus taken off me for one Sarurday or one evening can mean everything. 

And really, the kids don’t want me all the time. They love their dad and there are something’s  he just does better than me. I can’t be both mom and dad all the time. 

Today my kids were nuts. They were so excited that dad was home. All day it was, “dad, play with us… Dad look what I can do.” 

Even though he was tired and adjusting to being home. He did play with them and watch their tricks. He’s a good dad and we are so glad to have him home.