Love is Painful

Tomorrow is mine and Gene's 6th anniversary. Since Gene's been gone for 7 full days and is coming home tomorrow, it'll make the day even more special. "Absence make the heart grow fonder" has a whole new meaning after this trip. Even though it's only been a week, trying to balance a 6 month old's schedule with a 3 year old's schedule while trying to maintain a full time job, a house and the usual everyday "stuff" as a temporary single mom is TOUGH! (Kudos to every single parent out there...I am in utter awe of you!) I am always a thousand times more appreciative of everything Gene does at home while he's gone. I really am lucky to have such a fantastic husband.

Anyway, for my fantastic, absent husband I decided to do yard work as an anniversary gift. With Miles's upcoming christening we have tons of projects around the house that we're* trying to get done before our company comes in from out of town. I HATE yardwork so I thought that this was the ultimate gift. Thoughout the week I had done some here and there after work (with the help of my very generous father-in-law) and today I put both kids down for a nap and tried to do as much as I could in the short time that I had. It was going pretty well, all things considered, and I was feeling pretty accomplished when I suddenly felt a sting on my arm, wrist, foot, ankle and calf. I looked down and realized that I had stepped in a red ant hill and they were attacking me! I can only imagine what the neighbors thought as I started throwing my sneakers, socks and pants all around the yard while I ran in the house!

I am officially done with yardwork.

I then came in and cleaned myself up while battling our infestation of fruit flies. (I've tried everything to get rid of them but they keep multiplying.) The kids woke up and I went to the freezer to get some food out for Miles when I realized that the freezer isn't staying cold and things were starting to defrost. Not wanting to deal with it, I went upstairs to change the sheets on Jackson's bed While I was moving the bed away from the wall to make it, the wheel popped off and I couldn't lift the bed high enough to get it back on. Feeling quite frustrated I started to go back downstairs and saw that a wasp was flying around the house which I proceed to feverishly run around swatting it with a towel until I was finally able to kill it.

After the red ant bites, the fruit fly infestation, the broken freezer, the bed with a missing wheel that now slants down on one side, and the wasp killing I've come to the conclusion that I'm ABSOLUTELY ready for my very missed husband to come home. Ugh.

*Please note; every time I use the word "we" relating to house projects, I really mean Gene. I am just the task master.