The Challenge: Single-handedness

Today is what I consider the beginning of a challenge. Today my husband left on business to Florida for 4 days and 3 nights. I actually am laughing at myself for the big and silly deal I am making of all this. Growing up it wasn't strange for my dad to be away from home for 3 or 5 days at a time, or even over a week at times on big California brush and forest fires. Both of my brothers are firefighters, so my sister-in-law goes days at a time without my brother on a regular basis. When my husband was touring (with a band, before kids), I would have to go weeks and weeks without hugging him. But right now, it seems like such a huge challenge. Here are some of the things I feel contribute to this challenge:

- I'm pregnant, remember?

- We're right in the throws of potty training (Noa has still not pooped since Saturday).

- My parents (who live 5 blocks away) are out of town as well.

- I'm feeling particularly scared of psychopaths this week.

- I have a number of appointments and two energetic children, so I can't very well stay inside, lock all the doors and windows and have the phones' speed dials set to 9-1-1 in order to protect myself from said psychopaths.

Ave, didn't miss a beat reminding me of the challenge. Even before we got out of the airport, she started gagging and throwing up all over herself.

Now, I must admit, I have been pretty darn lucky with the whole throw-up aspect of parenting. Noa spit up a whole lot as a baby, but only threw-up once at 11 months. And this is the first time Ave has ever thrown-up. So, although I know I have been fortunate, I do not feel super prepared for this sort of thing.

I'm not sure if she's sick or if the peach smoothie she had for breakfast was a bad idea. She's napping now, so we'll see how things progress.

In case you were wondering, I did pack his suitcase. He scares me when he puts it off until the last minute.

He also took the camera with him, so no photos for now. Sorry.