Missing my men
January 26th 2007 07:18
I’ve been a bit sad recently. Sad and distracted.
It has not been a good week for writing, or work of any kind for that matter, which isn’t terribly productive when I have more than half a dozen articles to write about finance matters, the first draft of my latest fiction creation to edit and turn into the second draft, and (of course) a blog to maintain.
So here I am … totally uninspired about all matters health and diet related and, to top it all off, my daughter has hijacked my internet connection so she can play games on a children’s games web site for a while. I can’t even go internet “window shopping”.
What is my life coming to …?
Anyway, I’m sad and distracted because the two most important men in my life have gone. Temporarily, of course, but it still just feels so weird.
My husband and son have gone on holiday to visit my husband’s family, leaving me (and my damn finance articles which are on a deadline) and my daughter (who goes back to school next week) to rattle around in this house all by ourselves.
Did I say it feels weird? What a bloody understatement that is.
The cricket’s on this afternoon. My son loves the cricket and watches the games on TV on-and-off all day when they’re on, always in company with his little, blue toy rabbit called Huey. I love the cricket too and have it on in the background while I work. So here I am, sitting at the table with my laptop, trying to nut out an article about credit cards, and joined by a little, blue toy bunny who likes to watch cricket.
Yes … I promised my son that I would make sure Huey watched the cricket … I can’t go back on my promise now, can I? I also promised him that Huey could sleep in my bed with me so Huey would have company. Don’t want him getting lonely, do we.
And at least I won’t be alone tonight.
You know … I haven’t been “son-less” since he was born. Not one night has been spent without my son in the house for almost four years and I’m missing him like crazy. It’s so bloody quiet!!!
And, don’t forget, us poor pregnant women get very emotional about such things.
I’m not sure when my husband and son will return. Possibly next weekend or maybe they’ll stay away longer. I’ll get used to the quiet eventually, I expect … not hearing that little voice shout at me from the toilet to say that he’s finished in there or call from the kitchen demanding lunch.
And the little, blue bunny called Huey … well, he doesn’t quite make up for not having my husband in bed … he’s got bigger, floppier ears for a start (Huey not hubby) but I guess there’s one consolation … Huey definitely doesn’t snore.
My daughter and I … we’ll miss our men, both young and old(er) and look forward to them coming home soon.
It has not been a good week for writing, or work of any kind for that matter, which isn’t terribly productive when I have more than half a dozen articles to write about finance matters, the first draft of my latest fiction creation to edit and turn into the second draft, and (of course) a blog to maintain.
So here I am … totally uninspired about all matters health and diet related and, to top it all off, my daughter has hijacked my internet connection so she can play games on a children’s games web site for a while. I can’t even go internet “window shopping”.
What is my life coming to …?
Anyway, I’m sad and distracted because the two most important men in my life have gone. Temporarily, of course, but it still just feels so weird.
My husband and son have gone on holiday to visit my husband’s family, leaving me (and my damn finance articles which are on a deadline) and my daughter (who goes back to school next week) to rattle around in this house all by ourselves.
Did I say it feels weird? What a bloody understatement that is.
The cricket’s on this afternoon. My son loves the cricket and watches the games on TV on-and-off all day when they’re on, always in company with his little, blue toy rabbit called Huey. I love the cricket too and have it on in the background while I work. So here I am, sitting at the table with my laptop, trying to nut out an article about credit cards, and joined by a little, blue toy bunny who likes to watch cricket.
Yes … I promised my son that I would make sure Huey watched the cricket … I can’t go back on my promise now, can I? I also promised him that Huey could sleep in my bed with me so Huey would have company. Don’t want him getting lonely, do we.
And at least I won’t be alone tonight.
You know … I haven’t been “son-less” since he was born. Not one night has been spent without my son in the house for almost four years and I’m missing him like crazy. It’s so bloody quiet!!!
And, don’t forget, us poor pregnant women get very emotional about such things.
I’m not sure when my husband and son will return. Possibly next weekend or maybe they’ll stay away longer. I’ll get used to the quiet eventually, I expect … not hearing that little voice shout at me from the toilet to say that he’s finished in there or call from the kitchen demanding lunch.
And the little, blue bunny called Huey … well, he doesn’t quite make up for not having my husband in bed … he’s got bigger, floppier ears for a start (Huey not hubby) but I guess there’s one consolation … Huey definitely doesn’t snore.
My daughter and I … we’ll miss our men, both young and old(er) and look forward to them coming home soon.
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Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
I'm so sorry.
I'm a slacker ass friend.
More so because you know I completely understand how it feels to have my men away from me.
hugs and kisses and much much love Cara...
Dusk
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
No ... not a slacker ass friend ... you're one of the best.
I do know that you understand and I do know that you're thinking of me.
Thankyou.
Cara. xxxx
Comment by David
Well, I can't substitute for either your husband or your son ...
But I can post a comment ...
And tell you ... I love it when I read a post like this one ...
And its honesty makes me want to inhale it ... swish it around my mind ...
Then drink it slowly ... sip it ... and savour every word ...
This post? It's like a great glass of wine ...
You dont' just savour the flavour at the time ... the aftertaste follows you home ...
It lingers ...
And so I'm lingering ...
Just to let you know ...
That I don't linger over many posts ...
But I'll linger here for as long as it takes to cheer you up ...
Otherwise?
I'm going to hack into your computer ... find out your address ... bring a bottle of Penfold's around ... and just shove it down your gullet ... and get you smashed off your face !!! ***
David ...
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Thankyou.
When I wrote this post, I wrote it mainly for myself. To get everything out and try to stop myself from wallowing in my own sadness.
It kind of worked ... a bit ... but just knowing that there are people like yourself out there, people who care enough about what I'm going through (which, in all honesty, is a pretty miniscule problem when compared to many others) to reply with such passion and support, well, that helps so much. More than you could ever know.
And, damn you, you've also made this poor, emotional, pregnant woman cry again ...
Somehow, David, you always know the right things to say so, again I thank you. And if you were still in Melbourne I would seriously consider your Penfolds offer ... I don't think any shoving would be necessary either.
Andrea.
Comment by Portsmouth
I feel so sad reading your Blog. Don't worry. The time will go quickly and you'll have your beloved menfolk back with you messing up the house and making their usual demands on your time. Don't forget. You can always chat to me!!
Love as always from Pompey xxxxx
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Lots of love to you too.
xxx
Comment by Candice
I'm sending you big (((((((hugs)))))))).
I can understand how you feel. My hubby was in the navy and it was the worst type of feeling missing each other. I'm completely hopeless with missing my daughter too. The first time my hubby and I went on a date after she was born we were home after an hour and a half - quickest dinner ever! She's been here such a short time yet it seems like she's always been with me.
Anyway, just letting you know I'm thinking of you. I hope the time doesn't go too painfully slowly - give yourself plenty of distractions.
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Thank you ... I can feel your support and affection through your words and I appreciate it more than I can say.
It is difficult when people you love go away, even just for a short time, isn't it? Although it must have been particularly tough for you ... knowing that your man could leave at any time and for an extended period.
Again, thanks heaps for your support.
A.H.
Comment by MelissaA
Fun Facts
Well I can sympathise to a certain degree - with the weird feeling that is.
My youngest started kindergarten yesterday, so now all my kids seem to have 'grown up'.
The idea of not having her around annoying me day in and day out is a very alien one.
So when are your men coming home?
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Wow ... your house must be as quiet as mine through the day at the moment. Totally weird, I agree. Just doesn't feel right, does it.
Even though it is right, of course.
Sometimes us mothers just need to learn to let go.
Thankfully, my men will be coming home on Sunday. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to it.
There is one upside of them going away, though ... my daughter has talked me into getting them a big chocolate mud cake to say welcome home ... now, that sounds good!!!
A.H.
Comment by MelissaA
Fun Facts
Mud cake!....Mmmmmm save me a slice! ; )
Comment by K.L. Almeroth
Motherhood
Caramella Angel,
Oh, this post made me cry....
I'm sure the men (both little and big...hang on, that sounded a bit funny) in your life are back by now...and I've been a horrible friend not being around in your time of need...
I'm so sorry!!! Please forgive me!!
How are you now, my lovely???
K.L.
xoox
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Oh, I see you have ghosts in your house as well. It's funny how the ghosties come out to play as soon as the children aren't around.
Save you a slice ...? This is a pregnant woman you're talking to ... my men will be lucky to get any themselves!!!
Have a great weekend.
A.H.
Comment by Andrea
Diet and Health
V8 Supercar Pitstop
They're back on Sunday, my friend, and at that point the peace and quiet will end ... I'm kind of glad about that.
From what you're telling me in your emails, you've had rather a lot on your plate recently so your absence is totally forgiven. I know you have been thinking of me and I really appreciate your words of support.
Will write later ... promise.
Caramella xxxx
Comment by Portsmouth
Lots of love Pompey xxxxxx