All right, MOST men.
Why am I throwing down the gauntlet with such a broad and inflammatory statement?
Because I am REALLY REALLY tired of tugboat man being gone more than 120 days, that’s why.
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY DAYS PLUS.
I flew up to San Fran to spend the weekend with Angel Boy and DIL which consisted of making breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks for three days — and hiking until my knees hurt and I had shin splints in both legs.
Oh, and scrub the toilet, wash the floors, and take a toothbrush to some pretty gnarly tile grout.
Just another day in the life of a mom.
As you can expect, I’m exhausted; and now that I’m home again, I planned to take it easy for a few days and leisurely prepare for the arrival of tugboat man, who was tentatively (again) scheduled to return next weekend.
That is, until late last night when I received an email along with flight arrangements.
No food in the house, I mean none, except for hummus and coffee. And wine, of course.
First thing this morning, I ran off to the grocery store.
I’m taking a five-minute break before baking oatmeal cookies, granola (his faves), and banana bread…putting up the welcome home signs, managing a bit of personal ‘scaping and scraping, and chilling the champs.
This is pretty much the longest he’s ever been away and I’m not gonna lie, it was becoming a bit unpleasant, so that’s why I think women are from Venus, men are from Stupid.
No real reason, just a feeling.
(Until he walks in the door, that is!)