My husband Jeff has been doing job training 6 states away the last couple weeks. I’ve been hit, just today actually, with the sharp realization of how important the masculine/feminine balance is in the home.
My kids miss their dad like crazy. As hard as I try, I cannot muster up the same kick-back (yet robust) energy that my husband has. How is it that the more I try to be hearty and cool the more my children think an alien has infiltrated their mother’s life form?
I have a lump in my throat at the prospect of him not coming back. I know he will, but there’s that anxiety-ridden little “what if”