It’s half past 11 at night as the reality of my husband being away most of the time for the next 2 weeks starts to sink in.
I’ve just done bringing out his stuff needed for tomorrow – uniform, socks, boots and charging the non-camera Nokia antique phone which existence in my home was almost not known until recently.
It’s going to be a tough 2 weeks, as I’ve been so used to having him around. Without a maid and our parents working, I’m pretty much on my own.
I don’t think I’m scared. I’ve been there before, a couple of years back when the twins were still immobile newborns. As long as I satisfied their hunger, they were contented to lie down on their backs and take in the sights and sounds of the house.
I think I’m more anxious about the fatigue. Shuttling the kids to child care in the morning (thank God for child care!), then going home to settle chores and work for the rest of the day, before picking them up in the evenings. I should feel blessed. I only have to deal with them for a few hours before I whisk them off to bed.
The weekends are going to be more tricky as I need to occupy them with activities in the day. I’m hoping that my MIL will drop by as she usually does on Saturday afternoons. It’ll be a huge relief.
I guess I will miss my hubby especially at night when the kids are in bed and it’s quiet. I’d expect to heave a huge sigh of relief by then, thankful that I survived the day and bracing myself up for the next.
It’s silly because we don’t really sleep on the same bed anymore. Unless I’m really drained out from the day that puts me into a deep enough sleep, he usually gets chased onto the couch because of his thunderous snore.
Can’t believe I’m tearing up. Gees, he’s only going to be at the other end of the island!
But a Singaporean man has gotta do what he has to do.
The good news is this is most likely his final reservist. So while he serves his country, I’m going to do my part by taking care of our family and be the strong-headed woman he’s always known me to be.