5:45p. Day 2 of a 3-day: Steve called me during his sit, "how is your day going?"
"Not too good," I said.
"Why?" Steve asked, concerned. "Were the kids okay today, or are they being a handful?"
"No, the kids are fine. You figure it out" I told him. Wait, bad choice of words. Seeing how we just came out of an off time, I didn't want him to think it was about him. And leave it to us women to be all coded, and shit, with how we are really feeling. So I quickly said "no, that isn't fair...it is just pre-that time of the month."
I am sure you are all so thrilled that you are tuned in with this wonderful time in my life. Didn't I just say I needed to keep some things private? But, you ladies know what I am talking about. Hell, you men know what I am talking about too...this doesn't just effect us, it effects EVERYONE.
How does this pertain to being the wife of a pilot, you may ask? Aside from Steve not getting laid when he gets home, which I am sure is probably top of mind of most pilots coming home from a trip. I have to take care of the kids by myself, since he is gone. And these are the times when I hope my kids don't hate me for being a moody bitch. If Steve was home this evening, I would have split at some point after dinner. I would have had him take care of bedtime for CC, and I would have gone out and shopped or whatever else I felt like doing.
Since this wasn't an option, I did my best of getting through the evening without snapping at the kids. It, obviously, isn't their fault. In fact, it has nothing to do with them. My head was swirling with snaps all evening, and I tried (and I hope succeeded) at putting on a happy face and making the kids happy.
These are the times it is hard to be the wife of a pilot. These are the times I wish I had an out, but don't. These are the times when you just have to suck it up.
In all actuality, it really isn't all that bad. But, I was definitely not my chipper self. I definitely didn't give Ben a lot of choices tonight (the Love and Logic way) and directed him to do a lot of things. Bad Mommy. I definitely started CC's bedtime promptly at 6:30p instead of dragging it out a bit. I definitely didn't let Ben dilly-dally at bedtime. lights out = time alone, which is what I needed. Hey, these are the times you gotta do what you gotta do.
Now, I am going to head upstairs, watch a little trash tv, and fall asleep. Tomorrow is a new day. Steve will be home when we get home. He better have dinner on the table and fresh flowers to hand over to me, damn it. No, just kidding. Well, dinner would be nice...but, being home is good enough for me.