When the Cat's Away...

So who is this cat you ask? That would be Francisco, who shoved off early yesterday to lay up at his mother's house in the Dominican for a few days before our official vacation begins. I encouraged him to go early for several reasons, the most important being that I think he could use a few days just laying low and catching up with the family in the country side. The second (and notably more selfish) reason is that sometimes spouses need time apart. And we are those spouses. We enjoy vacationing separately, I'm happy to have a few days off from my mate, I think it's good for our relationship. But usually it's me doing the traveling.

I was initially very excited about having a few days at home with the kids. We have had a fine time hanging out at home (because of course it's a snow day, our new normal course of action for this winter). The trouble is, I find myself more envious of his good fortune of being somewhere else. This is not right, I am the one who is always cavorting off to hither and yon, and he stays home. I can't believe it, but I am kind of jealous, and I may even miss him just a little tiny bit. Christ, what's happening to me? I do know that he misses his family tons when he's home, and it's been over two years since he last visited. I can't imagine staying away from my family for that long, I can certainly understand why he would want to have as much time there as possible. I hope he's living it up (but knowing him, he's sitting on the porch all day and in bed by 9pm).

The ironic thing is that I didn't plan our trip for us all to leave yesterday because I thought it would be better for the kids not to miss too much school, and then we have a snow day. Ha! I guess I'd better hurry up and make some plans to make the most of my carefree few days off from wifedom. I did manage to make the house extremely clean today (with the help of my adorable minions), but that is really not fun (just ask my kids). Perhaps I need this feeling of envious longing to appreciate Francisco more when he returns, don't tell him, but I just might.