Did I mention Papa got a new job? Uhhhhh ya,he did. This summer. And by "new job" I mean he got another job, to go along with his first job that he's of course keeping cause it's the one that pays the bills. Like now he has 2 jobs! Cause I guess one job just wasn't enough. This two job thing is a significant contributor to the crazy busy factor we have going on around here lately.
The aforementioned 2nd job, involves a lot of travel. Papa says it's only a couple times per month, but looking at the calendar for both Sept and Oct, I'm seeing about 3-4 times per month for 3-4 days each time which in my crazy head = every week, which in my crazy head = he's gone half that time. It's Crazy 9 math folks so just go with me. I know he's not actually gone half the time, but golly it feels like it.
Last week, after leaving on Wednesday, he was suppose to get home on Saturday, but a storm hit and his flight got diverted to Tucson when our airport tower was evacuated due to flying debris. His 2 hour flight turned into 6 hours on the plane. I'm just glad they landed safe and uneventfully. But he was stranded 115 miles away in Tucson instead of home in Phoenix. The big kiddos sprang into action and suggested I drive to pick him up. They even suggested (Oh yes they did! They so know how life works!) that we get a hotel room and return the following day. So that's just what we did! I jumped in the car and drove 2 hours through the storm in the midst of a setting sun and amazing skies to get him. My two hour drive actually turned into 3 'cause I kept pulling over to take pics of the sky! Papa and I checked into a nice hotel, then had a fabulous Mexican breakfast and drove home the next morning!
This was the view outside our hotel window the next morning!
And this is our new favorite Mexican food restaurant! I just wish it was in my city! Oh well.
So... I know that there are some ladies out there that are reading this that have traveling husbands. How do you do it? Do you have any tricks for me? Any tips that make it easier on the kiddos? Or me?! I'm kinda at a loss. As it stands now, I'm kinda good the first day. Then somewhere on day 2 I throw in the towel to preserve my sanity, stop doing much of anything with meals and housework, (except parenting which I think seems to keep going pretty well through out) and eventually run around like a chicken with my head cut off the day he comes home to try and cut through the muck before he gets home. I have NO stamina to do it all, all of the time.
I will gladly take it!