Similar Thoughts

Tonight, I am weary. Weary from a three day "work" trip to a BIG city away from my kids and my husband.

Ok..that's not the truth.

I am not weary from the actual trip...it's the getting home part that made me weary.

My monthly trips for "work" are my escape. I eat 3 full meals a day (paid for none the less) am able to take hot showers, paint my toes, work out, I have sole control of the TV and I only have to get myself ready in the morning (although I still have to make a wake up call to Mr. in the morning). I wear makeup and do my hair!

Coming home makes me WEARY!

Momma's work is never done...as soon as I stepped off the plane I was back at my second job. I was missed but first things first..."where are our surprises?" my children incessantly asked..my fault I know...when I first started to travel I used this to ease their worries and make them a little bit more excited about my absence and inevitable return but jeez children...let a woman breathe!

All I wanted to to was to get them picked up, home and fed. My husband conveniently advised me that since I was able to take an earlier flight then he made plans to play 9 holes of golf. I have a hole he can play with..(did I just type that..yup). Oh well...by all means...please go and play golf...I mean... I just had a relaxing 3 day "work" trip and who am I to begrudge you some "me" time? It's not like that man doesn't get enough of that!

So here I am...weary...at home.. couldn't wait to catch up on all the blogs I follow. I've been deprived the past few days. I read one of my favorites...a cake lady that I have to admit....says so many things that I think in my head...but never say. We have similar thoughts. We live similar lives. She's just committed her family to a long distance move from a city and a lifestyle that suits her. I too went through this and all the emotions that come with packing up the life you've known for one that is a little bit of a mystery.

I understand her funk. She may decide not to blog anymore...which makes me kinda sad. I like her blog. I like her cakes. I want to recreate one of her cakes with those candies and that butter cream frosting recipe of hers and she's talking about not blogging anymore! Not sharing her wonderful stories about REAL life and REAL thoughts and the cakes, those edible pictures of the cakes she makes and what about that damn pad? What's going to happen to it?

I have to do something...I'll have to comment. Not beg. I won't do that. I'll share. I'll share some similar thoughts about uncertainty and asparagus.

Then I have to get back to my kiddos...who appear to be having severe momma withdrawls as evidenced by their thirty second meltdowns which are succeeding in sucking what little energy I have left this evening.