Today is day 5 of Husband's trip, and the kids are finally catching up on their sleep and returning to normalcy after a week of no daycare and hanging out with their grandparents. The first few days after everyone left (grandparents and Dad all left on same day) the kids seemed to be on some kind of massive sugar high with a major case of the super-sillies with a side of overtiredness. But, that passed and they seem to be back to their normal. Have I mentioned that single Moms must be some kind of awesome superhuman? It's only been 5 days and I feel like collapsing in total exhaustion. And my weight watchers has gone to complete hell this week. Hopefully I still fit in my pants at the end of this week.
Except the baby, of course. Just as her ear infection cleared up, she started getting fussy again (basically the day everyone left). She poked at her ear and had a hard time getting to sleep. The next day I noticed she was slobbering alot, so I figured she is probably teething. I felt all around her gums to no avail, but I think her major agony comes before the teeth break through the surface. Last night she cried on and off for an hour just after I laid down and closed my eyes to go to sleep, and I finally gave her some tylenol and she calmed down. But, this just enforces my hypothesis that every time Dad goes out of town one of the kids gets sick or something. I'm just thankful for ibuprophin and acetomeniphen. Seriously. What did people do before? Rubbed lots of whiskey on gums I guess.
Other than that the week is going surprisingly well considering no major emergencies have occurred (knock on wood . . .). I hate not being able to talk to my husband at all, but there's not much we can do about that. I have to get up earlier, which definitely sucks, but I can also go to bed earlier although that is also tough because I love having some evening quiet time. I've been a bit lazy getting take-out instead of cooking anything, giving the kids pop-tarts in the morning instead of something healthy, and running the dishwasher if it's only half full because I don't feel like hand washing anything. I'm pretty sure no one cares as long as we make it through the week unscathed and we return to healthiness next week. Oh, and I still haven't put away the laundry from the laundry fairy's visit last week. Only four more days . . .