S.O.S.

For the next few weeks, my husband will be in Germany, finishing (I hope) a project for work. 

Getting organized usually helps me to feel better about flying solo.  But, this time, it’s making it worse.

Sitting down with my calendar (and a box of Moon Pies), I realized that my husband will miss all but one of the boys’ away soccer games.  He’ll miss Kindergarten registration, several school finale programs and even a highlight celebration in our oldest son’s journey through orthodontics.  

As if I wasn’t bummed enough, seeing all those things on the calendar made it worse. 

You should know that I’m a real weenie when it comes to driving very far into unfamiliar territory.  And the away soccer games are at fields we’ve never been to before.

The farthest will be a 2 hour drive each way with no one but Jane (the lady in my GPS) to keep me company while the boys fight in the back seat. 

Maybe they won’t fight. 

Maybe Jane will keep me from getting lost. 

And maybe my toilets will self-clean and the grass will mow itself. 

I’m sitting on the edge of a pity party and feeling an awful lot like diving in and sitting on the bottom.

Have you ever felt that way?

Reason says, the time will fly, and everything will be just fine.

But I’m not feeling reasonable at the moment. 

In fact, I just finished that whole box of Moon Pies and I’m eyeing the boys’ Easter baskets.

Anyone want to come for a visit and help keep me sane?  Or at least hide the rest of the chocolate and treats??