Multiple Choice Question: What do you do when your parenting partner goes out of town?
a) Beg for mercy.
b) Ask your mom to visit.
c) Make it easy on yourself and allow a few days of continuous cartoon-watching.
d) Invite friends over for the evenings: You supply the wine, they supply conversations that do not include the words mommy, poo poo or Idon’twantto.
Yes, (e). Of course (e)!
When my hubs, G, goes out of town I eat. Specifically, I eat foods that G hates. If 33% of the household won’t eat it, what’s the point of making it? But when he leaves, FREEDOM!
I immediately hit the store for the contraband. Once J is (finally) in bed, I:
- get an episode of Glee set up. When dinner’s ready, I can eat and watch knowing that if Mr. Schuester raps all night, nobody in my house will roll their eyes. (And, when Puck‘s in view, nobody’s there to ask about the drool on my chin).
- put on my Hard To Find Classics: Dance 80s CD (nobody to roll their eyes over that either. Ha!).
- mix up a French Martini. (It’s pink and it’s all mine, not that he would have wanted any of that girlie stuff).
- put a pot on to boil, slurp up some pink girlie drink, shake my hips and sing, “Every time I see you falling I get down on my knees and pray” while crumbling feta and slicing olives.
(Note: The above is merely my plan for when G is away. Usually I end up eating J’s leftover Kraft Dinner for supper. But having the plan gets me through the day. And really, being too tired to execute the plan is what makes me appreciate my sweetie when he gets home.)