And so the solo parenting gig begins. Thank goodness for Adam Levine and The Voice on TV, making my first night so much bearable already!
Few days ago when Bo prep me that he needed to go for a last minute work trip, my heart went all jittery. His news made me realise that we haven’t been apart from each other for a long time since the kids came into our lives. Coupled with the recent air tragedies, his work destination and the boss almost placing him on a flight that made headlines in the last week due to an emergency landing (but we insisted on another alternative airline instead), you can imagine why I felt a little distressed.
It got really hard to swallow when the Bo sat me down the night before going through contingencies. We hadn’t done this before since he’s not had to travel for work since Liam was born. But we both knew it was necessary. It was then I also had to tell him things of importance too – how much he meant to me, to us, to the family. We’ve been so busy, so preoccupied with our individual worlds albeit being in the same space that I haven’t been saying those 3 simple words enough.
So earlier as I hugged him tight and sent him off to the departure hall, tears started welling up. I had to crack a few jokes before walking away and occupy my mind with which route to drive home. Why is it that I’m missing this husband of 7 years so so so much right now? Come home soon Bo!
Meanwhile, gonna practise more spontaneity with the kids under this solo parenting mode!