I have twelve loaves of bread in the freezer, jars of spaghetti sauce, curry and bean and cheese dip I made, tupperwares of mexican soup, and marinated chicken. I've made a few bags of granola and I might make a couple more today. I think I'm putting all my I-love-you-boys-and-just-so-you-know-don't-like-at-all-the-idea-of-you-being-away-from-me in the food I'm trying to suffocate them in.
It is so strange to think of leaving my house for 3 months. This is my place of business, my area of operation, my territory, my place where all my meaningful life effort starts. I wonder if my bathrooms will miss me. I wonder if the touch of spouse-the-temporary-launderer's hands could possibly be the same to my washing machine as mine. I wonder if the dishwasher will feel strange being loaded efficiently by organized-spouse instead of getting filled all haphazard like I do it. And the garden beds, I wonder if they will be mad at me when I get back for not making sure they were loaded with annuals before I left. I wonder if the broom will feel awkward in bigger hands and a stronger sweep than what it is accostomed to. I wonder if the vacuum will resent that it is actually being used by spouse-the-liker-of-unlittered-carpets rather than me who can't seem to find a time when either nobody is napping or there are no toys on the floor.
I think the house will miss me.
And in a selfish, vain sort way, I kind of hope it does.
2 comments:
Holy cow, you are one on-the-ball woman!! 12 loaves of bread?! Those are some lucky boys to be spoiled by you! It's just hitting me how long three months is. I really really hope they are the fastest three months of your life. You will be in my thoughts and prayers, Jess... as will Sidekick Sister! :)
your house WILL miss you. you and your family will be in my prayers.
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