
Dinner time tonight. They pulled out tunafish and announced that was what they wanted--on crackers. Add in some peas for J and corn for Ed -- required eating before they could have the fries they also requested. Eddie wanted J to sit super close to him, she practically had her feet in his hair. Sitting in the highchair as I grew tired of putting her back in her chair at the little green table.

Guess I haven't noted in the previous two posts--Den left town this morning--on a Sunday -- for work. Did I mention he worked most of last Sunday too? Did I also mention that he did overtime at home so I could be sure to be well rested in his absence. Letting me sleep in lots of the last several mornings and giving me the night off whilst he put the kids to bed--course it didn't hurt that I had 2 night meetings for work.
I love the kids and I love being with them, but my patience is about as long as the proverbial head of a pin and when I am not well rested, it's even shorter.
Den will be gone until Friday night--when as long as his airplane arrives before midnight, we will be there to pick him up. Both kids have gotten markedly easier and we're not as wet behind the ears, but going from knowing absolutely nothing about kids (aside from babysitting gigs in high school) to a responsible parent, has been a bit of a ride. So many people around us have education degrees (as in teaching) and I half wonder if that wouldn't have served me as a parent--to at least learn how a kid ticks.
But I digress. Poor Den started off his trip at home with a call from his fav airline saying his flight had been delayed and he wouldn't likely make his connection in Paris, meaning he'd miss connecting with his colleague. Whoops. A quick rebook to a better flight that will allow him to hook up stateside with said colleague and we're off to the airport for thankfully a flight departing at the same time--he also has a close connection in Paris, so hope they make it.

The kids were having a great time tonight.

Eddie kept talking about how 'daddy' did things at bedtime and I used the 'I"m not daddy' line which seemed to work.
Someday Den will learn that when we talk while he is away, it is NOT okay to tell me about the resturant or the meal he had--not unless it has resulted in a hospital stay that requires my coming to where he is at that time. I really don't mind that he travels so much --I knew it was part of the deal--and when we do travel, it does allow us to do it in relative comfort. I do actually seem to get quite a bit done around the house when he is gone, and once he is actually on the trip, I'm usually much better, but the one thing I can't stand and I mean I can't stand, is when I hear about the four star dinners or really any dinner he has out where he doesn't have to cut up someone else's food or refrain from ordering something with dairy. Really? Did I mention the pb and j I had tonight? Or the thrice-reheated meal?
I did used to travel for my pre-kid full time job--about every3 weeks, so I know how 'glamourous' travel can be. But for someone who likes to travel as I do, being grounded can be a bit of a drag. At least we do have a trip to FLA planned to warm up!
I've arranged playdates for the next 2 days so I should do okay until Cookie shows up after all the Federal Holidays and hoopla. Supposed to snow tmr. Barely an inch. Wish it were more--if it's going to be this cold, I really do want snow!
Welcome to wherever you are, Den!