Things have been pretty quiet around the Hamakko household the past couple of weeks, mostly because daddy has been gone. I know there are women out there who complain when their husbands are gone for long periods of time, who say that it’s hard….
I don’t get that.
When he isn’t here, things just go more smoothly. I do what has to be done, and if I can’t get around to the rest of it, it’s no big deal. No one is gonna complain if the floors don’t get vacuumed or the laundry doesn’t get put away every single day. No one gets the kids all riled up before bed or has them crying over breakfast. We don’t go the in-laws, if I can help it, so no one is calling me stupid or playing with the kids one minute and then yelling at them the next.
The kids and I do bad things like sleep too late and then have cereal or toast for breakfast. I put them to bed and then do what I want to do, which this week has involved watching the entire first season of Pan-Am. You know, important stuff like that.
But the peace and quiet ends this afternoon. I have very specifically asked HRH not to buy more then three wheels of cheese when he changes planes in Amsterdam (last time he brought back ten.) I didn’t say anything about not going to strip clubs, but surely he won’t do that again….If he does, I guess he can share his futon with the cheese.