We actually first began talking about this on Tuesday during the Valentine’ s Day party at school. Four of the moms there had husbands who were traveling all week… missing Valentine’s Day in the process. This didn’t really concern any of us, though. We’d all had enough VD’s with our significant others that it had lost its luster a while ago.
But… a week of single parenting can wear on you, and by last night three of the four of us had decided that it may have been an evil plan to escape together. In truth, we weren’t all that suspicious really. The husbands know each other in passing, but not enough to mastermind this kind of scheme. Besides this, I had gotten enough pictures of Tokyo to see that, indeed, my husband was thousands of miles and a day apart from me.
Fortunately, these types of weeks don’t happen very often; certainly not as frequently as they do for others. (Two of the other women had their husbands turning around for another trip next week!) And, in some ways, a trip for a week is almost easier than a day trip…. We get into a rhythm, and plow through as opposed to the fits and starts of having my husband gone, then home, then gone, then home.
Still, single parenting is never easy…. and is even more difficult for those who have multiple children. Trying to figure out how to get them all where they need to go, take care of the pets, take care of the house, not to mention get our own work done, absolutely makes me, at least, appreciate all that my husband does to keep our lives running
And perhaps this is why a long trip, even for fun, every now and
then is a good idea. It is easy to take for granted the hard work of our
spouses; and there is no better time than Valentine’s Day to gain a new
perspective on why we are still in love after all these