Bryan is back from his Disney excursion. The kids were happy to see him, even before he produced presents. As for me, happy does even begin to cover it.
If you asked me, I would tell you that I really don't mind when Bryan has to travel for work. And I would mean it when I said it. In some ways, life is easier when Bryan is away. I pace the day differently. I drastically lower my expectations for myself and for the kids. In practice, it might mean that the kids feed themselves chicken nuggets while transfixed by the umpteenth viewing of Curious George and then take a 45 minute bath and go to bed at 6:45.
It is fair to say that I never really appreciate how much Bryan does to keep our family running smoothing until he is gone.
I can usually make it through three days before I feel the strain. But this time around the combination of house guests and toddler who has decided not to sleep wore me out quickly. I was quite glad that it was a short trip.
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