I hate it when Daddy leaves

I have been this way as far back as I remember...I take you for granted while you're here, but the moment we're separated is when I miss you most.

I have a super hero husband, I swear. When I reflect on all he has done/and does for us...it makes me so proud. He has remodeled TWO houses now (completely on his own) giving us a good chunk of equity in both houses that we've purchased. Since I stay at home, we live pretty paycheck to paycheck and aren't really able to save much. Knowing that we have this equity in our house at a time when most are losing their butts, brings me such relief. Although at times I complain about his perfectionism...secretly it amazes and inspires me. We have a clog in the plumbing...he gets a book from the library...researches it and before I know it he has all the heavy iron plumbing on the floor and he's putting it back together just the way it was before (minus the clump of icky nasty hairball). So far, there has been nothing that he comes across that he can't do! That is why I will call him Superman (just without him knowing or else he'll get a huge ego)!

Sometimes I need a little reflection time to think about this....and all the sacrifices he makes for our family. I know it doesn't sound too difficult to fly away for 4 days and stay in nice hotels (in cities like Los Angeles, San Francisco and San Jose)...but it has to take it's toll on him too. He asked me to refrain from telling him when J asks for him while he's gone...because it's too hard to hear. I can't imagine only seeing my babies only 2 days out of 8. That is how many times he saw his kids in the past 8 days. Though he gets much more sleep not being at home...I know he'd rather be here watching them grow everyday. Usually the first hour or so that he is home from a trip, C doesn't seem to recognize him. It takes him a little while to remember "Oh yea, that's my Daddy...the one that makes me giggle and smile so big". When you see him smile up at his Daddy after being gone on a trip....that makes it all better. Seeing J sit in the front window and say "Daddyyyyy, Where ARE you??" and "then shouting "Daddy's home" when he sees the white car pull up. That makes it all better too.

So I guess, lesson to myself today....hug him a little while longer while he's home, don't sweat the small stuff, and value his perfectionism.

Now off to spend Memorial Day weekend alone. Well at least we'll be seeing Cat in The Hat today ;)