‘Tis the Season…the season of Roll Out.
Yesterday, I became a Roll Out widow. Tim is in the begining phases of Roll Out. I would tell you more about it but my eyes start to glaze over and my mind instantly goes hazy the minute he starts talking “conversion,” so all I can tell you is that ’tis the season.
Tim left for work yesterday a little after 7am and pulled into the drive way with bags under his eyes, tie in hand 24 hours later. Poor guy.
Tim slept for a few hours, played with the boys for a bit, ate some lunch and headed back into work. It will be another late night.
If he didn’t love his job, it wouldn’t be worth it. But he loves it (for whatever geeky reason) and really likes everyone he works with, so a roll out once a year (not to mention a trip to some place with no snow every year) makes it all worth it.
On the plus side to Tim being at work all the time, I have gotten a lot done. The house is as clean as it can be with 2 toddler boys in full destruction mode. I made a quilt and got all the presents wrapped. We didn’t even bother putting presents under the tree, the boys bee-line towards anything with wrapping paper. Plus, Michael has made it is mission to get the M&M ornament off the tree and will push and pull anything within his reach to use as a step stool. He nearly squished Tim’s Christmas present while climbing on it to get the “Mmmm Mmmm.” Needless to say there are no ornaments below the 4 foot mark on the tree! Patrick is constantly trying to eat the lights on the tree. I swear that kid is going to glow from the inside out soon.
Some days, I wish I could pad the walls like a nut house so the boys can’t destroy anything then I think, maybe just maybe, a vacation to solitary would be better option for me… it would be so quiet…so very quiet!
I should only be a widow for a few more days if all goes smoothly. Temporary widow isn’t so bad, no Sci Fi to watch, no husband to cook for. I just reheat some leftovers and turn on some bad reality TV (tonight is Biggest Loser night, I can’t wait!)
That said, the bed is colder at night (I hate not having Tim there to warm up my icy cold toes) and after Tim left for work Patrick pounded on the door and said “Dada! Dada!” So, everyone cross their fingers and say a little prayer that everything goes well so I can have my husband back and the boys can have their Daddy back.