I finally got it tonight. A quiet house. Almost all to myself. Robbie went down easily. I put him to bed around 6:45 and he played with his Fisher Price farm for about thirty minutes. Is it wrong that I have a toy like that in his crib? I figure it’s best to go with whatever works, and that appears to work.
Justin was gone to class tonight, and he flies out first thing tomorrow morning. I won’t see him again until after class on Thursday night. I remember that this time last year, I dreaded his trips. I was terrified to be alone with Rob. Although, at this point, I was fairly used to days alone with Robbie. Justin was gone 42 of Robbie’s first 90 days.
Now, instead of dreading these trips, I relish them. I love having a few hours in the evening to myself. And, in all honesty, Justin’s trips aren’t as lonely for me now that Robbie has become a real person who likes to interact and play. Granted, during the summer, when I was home alone all day, the trips made me want to claw my eyes out. But now the peace and quiet is kind of nice. I get my play time with Robbie after work and until around 6:30. Then it’s time to do whatever I want. I can eat what I want for dinner, watch what I want on TV. I could decide to go to bed at 7:00, which is actually sounding like a pretty great plan for tomorrow night.
Don’t get me wrong. I will be thrilled to see Justin when he walks through the door late Thursday night (assuming I’m able to stay awake that long). But it’s really nice to sit and enjoy the quiet. I don’t know how those couples who have to see each other every night for their entire marriages do it…