Things I thought I’d be able to do while my husband was in Northern Ireland for a week

Things I thought I’d be able to do while my husband was in Northern Ireland for a week*:

  1. Read a lot:  Finish the book I’m working on, plus read the next one in the series.
  2. Blog more.  Maybe every day!
  3. Color my hair.
  4. Clean the whole house.
  5. Take my kids out for the day to the river.

Things I actually got done:

  1. Color my hair.
  2. Take my kids (plus one friend) out for the day to the river.

I don’t know why I thought I would have so much free time on my hands.  It totally didn’t work out like that.  Most nights found me collapsing somewhere at 9:30 or 10, too tired to even think enough to read.  But, I couldn’t sleep.  Most nights, I was up until 1 or 2 a.m., just tossing restlessly, or trying to read.  The whole week my husband was gone, I read a grand total of about 20 pages in my current book.  I blogged once.  I barely got the house straightened up for him, and didn’t deep clean anything.  We were doing school the whole time, and I still had other responsibilities — like leading worship in small group on Thursday night and in SuperChurch on Sunday morning — and we did spend an entire day at the river, so it wasn’t like I was sitting around doing nothing.  But, still.  Looking back, I’m not sure where I expected to find the time to do all the stuff that I thought I could do.

The whole time that he was gone, I wasn’t really tired, even though I was existing on 5-6 hours of sleep per night.  He’s been home two nights, and I’ve gotten 7-8 hours of sleep each night and am now EXHAUSTED.  I’m so tired.  I think it was that when he was gone, mentally, I just knew that the buck stopped with me, since my hubby was out of the country, and I had to be on my game.  Now that he’s home, I think I’m breathing such an internal sigh of relief that my body just wants to go hibernate.


*He was leading worship for several meetings/seminars/church services/etc.  He rocked.


About Karen Joy

I'm a partially-homeschooling mother of six -- 3 boys ages 19, 17 and 15 years old, and three girls: 11, 8, and 3. I like birding, reading, writing, organic gardening, singing, playing guitar, hiking, the outdoors, and books. I very casually lead a very large group of homeschooling families in the Phoenix area. I have a dear hubby who designs homes for a local home builder and who is the worship pastor of our church. I live in the desert, which I used to hate, but now appreciate.

Posted on April 20, 2011, in Blogging, Books I'm Reading, Family, Hair, Homeschooling, Housework, Life in the Desert, Missions and ministry, Motherhood, The Dear Hubby, Travelling, Vineyard Phoenix, Worship. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I left for a month with my two kids to help my sister take care of her newborn… While I was gone I hoped my husband would be able to get a lot of things done that have been hanging over our heads but are difficult to do with small kids around. I hoped he would:

    1. Get the walls repainted and the carpet tiles laid down in the room we are setting up in our basement.
    2. Maintain the general cleanliness of the house.
    3. Get our TV and office and sewing stuff moved down to said basement room.
    4. Get our upstairs closet organized.
    5. Clean our bedroom and the kids’ room.

    What he actually got done was:

    1. Get the walls repainted and the carpet tiles laid down in the room we are setting up in our basement.
    2. Maintain the general cleanliness of the house.

    I was a pretty annoyed when we came home last night, but he did have good reasons (not just excuses) for not getting the stuff done. I don’t know why I thought that time would just magically appear with me out of the way. *sigh*

  2. You were a great sissy while he was gone. Maybe sometimes part of the way they help us carry the load is just our knowing they can help us carry the load.

  3. I have had this experience before (especially the part about not being tired in the middle of it, but being exhausted afterwards.)

    My husband spent 5 weeks on an archaeological dig in Israel. I was fine the whole time he was gone, just functioning efficiently like I knew I must. The day finally came that he was returning home. My son and I met him at the airport and as soon as I saw him coming down the hallway from the terminal I started bawling. I was SO RELIEVED not to be in charge anymore! And then I slept like crazy for days. 🙂

  4. When my husband is away I have a difficult time sleeping, too. So I stay up WAY too late until I just can hardly keep my eyes open. Then I go to bed.

    Not a great system.

    I hate it when he has to go somewhere.

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