When you’re on, you’re on…
The very first weekend my kids went to stay with their dad after he moved out, I called my friend Robin and droned on about how I couldn’t imagine waking up without them in their beds.
Divorced for about nineteen years at this point (and since happily re-married), she said “Don’t worry, Heidi… You’ll get used to that very quickly.”
She was right. I miss them every time they are gone and cannot wait to get them back, but I’ve gotten used to using that time to do “household administrative tasks,” and even schedule in some social activities.
I think the toughest part is flipping from on to off, with no in-between. When I have the kids, no matter how tired I am, I am the source for whatever need they may have. This does not change if I have to do work from home, or if I have a raging case of the 24-hour stomach flu. Let me tell you, when my youngest was still in diapers, that made 24 seem like 72 in a jiffy!
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