I feel like there’s a general sadness about our house due to the lack of daddy. It’s really pretty heartbreaking to see how much these children miss his presence. Annabelle keeps talking about how she wants him to hold her and snuggle her. When she was having a hard time getting a too snug shirt on, I offered to help and she would not have it, but told me instead that, “I want to get in the car and drive to the airport and fly to where my daddy is having his trip and go to his room and go in where daddy’s class is and sit on his lap and he can help me with my shirt.” She pointed out a tall, government building in the city yesterday, decided that was where her daddy works, and would not hear otherwise.
I’ve been missing him, too, of course, and feeling a lot drained, so I decided to ask for help. A sweet friend flew out from all the way across the country to stay with us for the rest of this absence, and it is wonderful to have another adult in the house! Annabelle has already declared her love for this new friend, and does not want to leave her side for anything. Elliot is pretty keen on her, too, so it’s great all around!
Not a lot is new on the family front as we’ve spent most of the past week preparing for our visitor and getting settled in with her. Yesterday we all went to the National Museum of American History, and today the kids and I are taking it easy and staying in while our friend is off museuming it on her own. Annabelle and I have been doing a lot of Spanish and a lot of yoga – both things you’ll see posts about later this week.
Elliot seems to be working hard to figure out how to crawl, and perhaps on getting another tooth as well. He tipped over several times today, far more than usual, as he seemed to be working extra hard to move his body in new ways. He continues to love these early explorations with food, with dried fruit being a recent favorite. It has proven to be the perfect thing to offer when we’re out and about and not set up for the full sensory experience that Elliot engages in with things like avocado. A wrinkly dried peach is a gift for sore, teething baby gums.
Annabelle has been inventing new activities for herself when she’s not hanging out with me or whoever happens to be around. I measured our windows so that I could buy fabric for curtains this week and for the rest of the day, Annabelle was walking around measuring anything she could find. She informed me, with apparent surprise, that the floor in the dining room was, “TWO hundred and FIFTY dollars!”
I seem to bounce back and forth in my search for balance, doing a lot of work on my own projects some weeks and more on the house and for the children other weeks. Eventually I’d like to find a happy place where I do some of both every week, but it’s a process. This week I did a lot of work on restoring order to the house, and that has a way of bringing me back to center so that I can be more effective elsewhere, but it doesn’t provide much fodder for updates. Thanks to Annabelle, though, even housework has been somewhat exciting. She has been very busy with the play dough this week, and each evening I seem to find a small masterpiece in some creative place or another: a windowsill, the mail slot, the basement door. It certainly makes cleaning house interesting!
What’s new in your house? Does one parent or another ever have to travel solo? How do the children handle it?