My temporarily fractured family
My little life got a little cuckoo yesterday when Joe called me at 2 p.m. telling me that his company needed to send him to London. That evening.
We aren’t jet-set type people, so the idea of him taking a spontaneous trip out of the country freaked me out. But apparently the project he’s been working on for a year took an urgent turn this week, and his boss felt he needed to handle some things face-to-face with some people on the other side of the pond. He called me, excitedly babbling about this “opportunity” as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He basically asked me for permission to go, which flustered me – How was I supposed to respond?
So an hour later, he was home packing. Twenty minutes after that, he was gone again, rushing to catch the flight he booked 45 minutes beforehand. I actually felt depressed, and pretty butt-hurt as Baby G and I waved goodbye to him.
After wallowing for an hour or so, I started thinking about how lame and small this little tragedy was in my life. He’ll be back Friday. He’s not leaving me, he’s not abandoning his family for a skinny 22-year-old, he wasn’t packing his suitcase because he’s bored of being married to me or tired of being a father. He’s leaving for a couple days!
I have friends whose husbands have ACTUALLY left, I have friends whose fathers have ACTUALLY left. So to imagine how that must feel, I’d have to magnify my bout of depression yesterday by a million.
Single moms out there, I want to formally apologize for pouting that my husband left for three days on a last-minute business trip, causing this very temporary fracture in our family. It doesn’t even need to be said that this in no way compares to what you face day in and day out. You are a mother without a helpmate. You are strong, you are selfless and you are your child’s hero.
**I’m back to blogging on a regular basis! My computer was at the doctor’s for several days, but she’s back so that means I am too.