|My guy with his two bags.|
The dog is photo bombing him.
I'm super happy that he gets to have this trip, which has been a lifelong dream of his. It's been fun watching him plan for it. My friends ask me, "aren't you worried about his safety?". It's hard to know how to answer the question, because my guy is an ADHD adrenalin junky who values courage over safety. I mean, he *might* wreck or get mugged or something . . . but he'd prefer trying this adventure and having spectacular disasters to not trying at all, so "safety" isn't the thing that either of us are particularly obsessed about.
To people who know me well enough (meaning, who know me at all), when they ask "aren't you worried about his safety?", I answer "No, I worry that he'll spend too much money!". But even that isn't true; I just say it to make people laugh. I figure he *will* spend way more money than I would have, and even way more money than he planned to. But he does that even when he's not riding across far-flung continents with unfamiliar alphabets, so I'm pretty much inured to that.
|It's hard to take a good photo with a baby, a dog, |
and three other people.
Before our meeting, I whipped up a healthy dinner of Asian tofu salad. We've been eating a lot of meat lately, but only because my kids really like eating meat. Well, because of that and because my husband has been doing the cooking. But my husband is now hundreds of miles from the stove and getting further away by the minute, and I believe in my heart of hearts that children ought to eat what's good for them instead of what they like.
|Nope, still didn't capture the crowd.|
Plus, I don't want to do all of the cooking. So as they made faces over the tofu salad, I promised my children more of the same unless others were willing to take over the cooking. As a result, we've agreed that Thursday K-daughter will make a pasta-sausage salad, Friday N-son will serve up hamburgers and potatoes, and Saturday J-son's omelettes will feed the family.
In 2009, when my husband spent the year in Iraq, I learned to appreciate the value of having a "sabbatical" from my marriage. I had a dozen months of valuable Alone Time. I could go kick-butt frugal, unplugging the dryer and cable and eating only Miser-Mom approved foods, ditching all disposable paper products, heading to bed early each winter's night under loads of blankets in a cool dark house. (Back in 2009, I only had one son, and he was much younger, so I had even more power over the household than than I will these next few weeks). But even while I got to appreciate living a truly Me kind of life, I discovered that I really did miss having my husband around. This was a good discovery, and remembering how much I missed him made even the years after, when he was back, all that much sweeter.
For now, I just miss my guy. And I've got an eye on my kids. And I'm looking for a few more good tofu recipes.