Husband-back-in-town syndrome
When Mister travels, I don’t stop, because I can’t. Being responsible for a child 24 hours a day without the help of a spouse/partner is no joke (especially when you’re pregnant) but I’ve arrived at a place where I feel fine when he’s out of town. Mini and I have routines. If I’m tired I just forget about it because I have no other option, and if I’m in a bad mood I fake a good one, because Mini is too young to understand moodiness.
As soon as Mister’s home, though, I let my guard down (unconsciously—it took time for me to figure this out) and I’m exhausted. Yesterday I took two naps, which I haven’t done in as long as I can remember, and this morning I woke up in the foulest of moods. Mister took Mini to the hardware store so I could drink a cup of half-caff and snap out of it.
