Without Nate

Nate has been gone for 3 days now, due to arrive tonight though for any stalkers who might be reading this post! =) I am blessed in that my husband travels maybe once a year with work so please forgive me for the pitty party I'm about to lay out. It's not that it has been extra hard with him gone because the boys are of age that they aren't that much 'trouble' to take care of. As well as the fact that between my sister and some girlfriends I have been kept very busy being entertained over the last 3 days. It's just that the emptiness in the house at night and the "knowing" that Nate isn't here makes it so hard. I truly don't see how women whose husbands travel weekly stand it! I had my breakdown thought after I couldn't get in touch with Nate last night before I went to bed and then this morning I hadn't heard from him; so by 12:30 today I was just about in tears wondering if he had died. Then he called and quickly told me his cell phone battery died (he only has a car charger) and was charging it in the rental van on his way from the hotel). I was so relieved but once again disapointed in myself for overreacting and thinking the worse and then running with those thoughts wondering how I was going to raise my two boys and baby girl on the way alone! I'm so dramatic; how do you people stand me? =0
Like I said before though the boys have been really good up until this afternoon though. The constant picking and fighting between a 7 and almost 5 year old (in Papa John's at this particular time) made me snap and I let them have it. As I was 'letting them have it' (verbally) in the van I saw a man walking by my van looking at me with a smirk on his face. I wanted to jump out and tell him "You don't understand...I'm actually trying to be a good mom and stop my kids from growing up to be rude, inconsiderate, selfish adults! You should thank me mister!" But I just kept yelling at my kids. It was actually very quiet (after they stoped crying) on the ride home. Maybe kids at some point realize when they have pushed their moms over the edge and they just stop being obnoxious? But WHY DO SIBLINGS HAVE TO BE SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER??????? TELL ME THAT PLEASE!!!!
All is well now though b/c I actually got them fed (take out for the umpteenth time this week), bathed (shampoo and conditioner I might add), read 3 books (2 bible stories from those very expensive leather bound bibles I bought from that traveling saleswoman - remember) and put to bed - no peep out of them! I'm so good! hee heee
By the way...I'm about to go do my facial that I finally got from Mrs. Cindy Crawford herself - (remember the t.v. commercial - what's it called - sales thing with Cindy Crawford's face lotions from France I bought in a moment of weakness alone at home) please tell me I look stunningly beautiful the next time you see me!