|Don't you even think about touching my puffs!|
Tonight my husband has his last show, which is the theatre group we met in, and I am sooo happy about it. He's been so busy with rehearsals the last week that I am feeling like a single mom a bit, and am getting a bit lonely. For the rest of the month I pretty much own his time so at least I'll be able to get my runs in but I still feel a bit frustrated. I am glad he's happy and out there meeting new people, and networking, but at the same time I feel like I don't matter as much as I used to. I know our girls are the priority and they should be, but I wish I was on that list too, and some days I don't feel like I am.
So after days of not seeing him, and him coming home at like 4am after the show parties, I get to make lunch for his family tomorrow. We're trying to have his father and brother down once a month and for some silly reason he picked the day after the show. I'll be glad when this weekend is over, and my life can get back to normal again, or at least some sort of normal. I don't think you can be a crazy running mama of two babies (only 20 months apart) and have a "normal" life.