We’ve been working hard as a family to figure out the new normal with Phil being busier after hours and on weekends in his new position. Sometimes I feel like we’re rocking it. Other times, I want to hide in my room and eat Reese Peanut Butter Cups ALL FREAKING DAY.Anyways, last week, Phil went to Dubai from Tuesday through Friday for a work conference. Allow me to elaborate on what happened in our house the Monday night before he left:
1) Nory tripped over her bike (the one that we allow in the house because we have no fight in us), and fell into the (NOT PADDED) side of a bed. There was bleeding. And crying. And concern about missing teeth. But we re-grouped as though nothing had happened within 20 minutes.
2) But then Juliet was running around the kitchen table and fell onto a mystery object that gave her an instant black eye. More tears. From multiple family members. A re-grouping time of 30 minutes.
3) Then Juliet and I were cuddling in the bottom bunk. HAPPILY. Until she climbed onto my tummy and proceeded to vomit all over me. And then onto the floor.
Needless to say, I had zero ounce of “I CAN DO THIS!” left in me when Phil flew out the next morning.
Stay tuned for future over-shares of our adjustment to PHIL IS SUPER BUSY ALL THE TIME AND SOMETIMES OUT OF COUNTRY.
You’re welcome! :)