Troy is back in New York again for a couple of weeks.
I haven’t been able to kick it into gear and get things done around here since he left. Part of that is from the relaxation I felt I was entitled to after scrubbing my house from top to bottom for the bridal showers, but I have also just had such a lack of motivation when lonely evenings stretch ahead of me every day. I have had such little patience for Blake’s shenanigans. I have gotten more uptight and irritated when Nash’s sleeping schedule has been thrown off track. We have had whatever I could quickly throw together or reheat for dinner every night.
I am a much better mother when I have a husband around to back me up and converse with me at the end of the day.
When the taxi pulled into our driveway to take Troy to the airport this time, I had that sinking feeling like the let down I feel every year when Christmas is over.
Blake has been having a hard time too. Every night he asks for his dad to come home and help put him to bed. He frequently asks where Troy is, and has lately come up with the conclusion that he is on a mission (his uncle Todd is on a two-year mission, so when people are gone for long periods of time, that’s where he thinks they go).
I’m not sure what it is about this business trip that is making it more difficult. Maybe it’s because we just got Troy back from his last absence. Maybe it’s just the culmination of all the weeks that he has been gone this year.
Thankfully, my mom is coming out for the second week of Troy’s trip. I love those frequent flier miles. I love adult conversation and company. I’m pretty excited to get this household out of the rut we have been in. I have a lot of summer activities in mind for us to conquer. I’m basically counting down the hours until she arrives.