Is it bedtime yet?

When Hubs is out of town, my kids go to bed impossibly early. And by impossibly early, I mean as early as possible without their little bodies confusing night sleep with nap sleep.

Around here, that has been known to be as early as 6:30 some nights (6:15 if we're really honest about things).

It's not that I don't love my children. It's that I love them more when I am given the opportunity to have a little bit of quiet time to myself to get things done and relax a little bit.

Hubs has been on the road for about 5 weeks. He worked one of those Saturdays in between and will be working this Saturday before heading back out for his 6th week.

I am so, so, so thankful for his job.

But to be perfectly frank, on day 4 of his 5th week of travel, I really wish I had a little more support. Reading about my friends who have mom's helpers so they can go to the store and they have one or two children kind of makes me want to puke/cry/scream. No offense. It just does. That little green-eyed jealousy mom-monster comes out. I don't have anyone who can invite us over for dinner when he's gone or who offer to watch the kids so I can have an afternoon break.

Boo hoo.

I have a certain sick sense of pride about being able to be she-woman-super-mom and do things with so much independence. But I'm not going to lie. It does get really, really hard.

So by my calculations, it's about 5:25. I have about 30 minutes until the bedtime routines can begin. And since Little Einsteins is over and my chef, Papa John, just delivered dinner, it's about time for me to begin our evening rituals.

Until next time...

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama