A Man, A Canoe and a Single-Mom

I used to get freaked out when Corey left me for days at a time to go on "man trips" to various wildernessy areas where he enjoys peeing outside, not showering or shaving and, of course, boiling water over a stove that he made out of a Mountain Dew can and a Guinness beer can (I am not kidding - ask him to show it to you.) But I don't get freaked anymore, though I do still make sure all my doors are locked.

Though I am not scared, I still miss him. And so do the boys. Parenting is just plain easier with two people. And I really wanted to make cookie dough the other night, but how depressing is that to sit and eat cookie dough by yourself. And there is no one to wrestle with the boys before bed, and when I started talking to Lewis about daddy today, he stopped what he was doing at looked at the door like he should be coming in any second.

Plus, Corey misses so much fun being gone. Like he didn't get to witness Lewis climb onto the supper table and chuck Carter's full glass of apple juice right at Owen. And he is probably going to wonder how the little black stains got on the carpet - a word of advice - don't color your hair with a toddler in the vicinity. And he didn't get to wake up to Owen crying in the night that the leaves in his hair hurt - at least that is what it sounded like he kept saying over and over in his half asleep state. I gave him some medicine and let him sleep the rest of the night on the couch.

I hope Corey is enjoying his trip, but I am looking forward to his return!