Good night, sweetheart, and Happy 6.5 Years

The absolute coolest thing about getting married on August 14th is that your ‘half anniversary’ just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day…EVERY YEAR!!! So not only is it an excuse to get all schmoopy and goopy about how much we love each other, it’s practically a requirement. And, for those of us who know us personally, it’s not just an act. We really are truly madly deeply in love with each other, to the point of actually grossing some people out. Sorry folks. The truth is, we just hate to be apart from one another. Especially on holidays and birthdays.

Ah, life on the road. There seems to be a misconception that business travel is soooooo fun and exciting and glamorous. But ask anyone that actually does it and you get a completely different story. It sucks. It’s tiring, boring, and you miss out on stuff: weekends, holidays, your birthday, your KIDS’ birthdays, first smiles, first teeth, you get the point. However, it’s a LIFESTYLE. One that is hard to get out of your system once you become accustomed to it.

I’ve been ‘grounded’ since August. I haven’t been home this long since, well, Gavin was born. I’m getting a little stir-crazy. I’ve missed the entire trade-show season this year. I’m missing all-you-can-eat sushi gorge fests, group texting at the dinner table about the not-so-secret lovers, lame meet and greet dinner events turned bizzare, and aching feet. But most of all I’m MISSING MY BUDDY. I’m missing sitting at a gate people watching and texting each other the things we can’t say out loud. Waking up too early, sitting in an airport all day, willing ourselves to stay awake so we can actually board the plane and not miss our flight. Reading our Kindles side by side and sharing our ipod headphones because he gave up first class to sit back with me. Waking up to in-room hotel coffee and trying to be the first to find the ‘real’ coffee shop and surprise the other. Getting ready in the same bathroom, instead of on separate floors. Spending the day together, making bets on who can write the most orders. HAVING FUN working side by side.

So, to my poor tired husband, who is on his third flight of the day, somewhere over California right now:

Good night, sweetheart, sleep tight, wherever you are. God hold you in his arms while we’re apart. Though you’re far away, your love will stay tucked away here in my heart. Goodnight, sweetheart, sleep tight, wherever you are.

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Forgot to read the fine print...

Brady & I tried for three years to have another baby. We both had siblings, and didn’t want Gavin to be an ‘only child’ since his other siblings live so far away. We were so happy that Gavin was finally going to have a brother. I love both of my children, and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. Except for maybe a tropical island, but that’s just a silly pipe dream.

When we had Gavin, I was at a very different point in my life. As much as it broke my heart the first time I dropped little 7-week-old Gavin off at daycare, I got over it, and LOVED being a working Mommy. I loved picking him up at the end of the day, and weekends were so special because I got to enjoy being a family. Absence sure did make the heart grow fonder.

This time around, I’m unemployed, struggling to build our business to the point where it will actually support a salary, stuck in this blasted house all day long with the most energetic and talkative preschooler you will ever meet, and a newborn with super spidey-senses who can somehow sense when I sit down at the computer to do anything that is business related (and therefore requires two hands).

Gavin is really a good boy. Really. He is just VERY HIGH MAINTENANCE. If I didn’t feed him myself, I would swear he eats rocket fuel for breakfast, and possibly some amphetamines for a well-rounded lunch. The kid is non-stop, full-speed, ALL FREAKING DAY LONG. It wears me out just typing this.

Grayson is an awesome baby, just like Gavin was: he sleeps well, eats well, and is generally happy and content. However, his ‘needy times’ seem to be Monday, Wednesday & Friday, from about 8:30 am to 11:30 am. …which (coincidentally) are the exact same days and times that Gavin goes to preschool….and the only 9 hours a week I get a break from the constant barrage of MOM, mom, Mom, look at me Mom, look at this Mom, MOM, mom, Mom, MOM???

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, you ask, how am I typing this??? One handed, with a bottle in the other, and a baby balanced in the crook of my knee. Which means after 3 hours of grumping, he will likely sleep all afternoon. Which is perfect, since I have to leave in 5 minutes to retrieve Gavin from preschool. Oh yeah, and the 8 hours of work I planned on cramming in the 3 hours of peace I (expected) to have today? Yup, still sitting on the desk….laughing at my futile attempts to actually be productive today.

I need a vacation…..or at least some better meds…