It is no secret that I have had the opportunity to go on short trips far more times than (the average Mom, and) my dear husband. This past weekend the scales finally tipped a little in his direction. After weeks of planning, he headed up to a cabin at a local ski hill with his two best buds so that they could fire up their big machines. Snowmobiles, you pervs.
Due to a few snags in the preparation side of things (Snowmobile brake line, something, something, connection valve, something, something), I left work at noon on Friday to start my weekend of solo parenting earlier than anticipated. Luckily for me (/sarcasm) I got to take Emily to our Doctor in order to get a mole removed by BURNING IT WITH LIQUID NITROGEN. This is the third time that I’ve had to hold her while she cried and my heart hurt more than I was comfortable with. I asked the Doctor the name of this type of mole and it sounded something like Giganticus Painintheassidness. It is a type of mole that shows up in the first year of life and will continue to grow in size if it is not stopped in its tracks. She “was mean” (Her words) this time, and if it comes back a fourth time we’ll have to go to a dermatologist to have it surgically removed. Super.
We arrived home to a Daddy-free house. I “got to” solo-parent for forty-eight hours and it was awful. The kids woke up both nights; one to pee, one to need water and one to barf. The lack of sleep caused meltdowns galore on their part and many (empty threats, and) big, heavy sighs on my part. I barely survived it all.
I’m totally lying. My kids are in that magical age where they no longer need their diapers changed/bottles warmed up/clothes put on by me and want to make Mommy proud. They have also not yet reached the age where they don’t care what I think/have been invaded by pre-teen hormones/turn into alien beings. They’re fifty shades of rad.
Friday night consisted of the five of us (My brother Lance makes me a little less scared when Matthew is away) watching the Canadian hockey team win the quarterfinal. I had told the kids they could watch their shows on the other T.V. if they wanted, but they refused. It made this rabid hockey fan burst with pride.
Saturday was cleaning (They helped! Really!)(After I threatened taking away the treat of a McRaunchy lunch, but still), ballet, errands and lunch at Rotten Ronnie’s. I was all excited to treat myself to a tasty salad but they were out of salads. ALL OF THEM. Nicely played, McDonald’s, but I’ll spare myself the gut rot, thankyouverymuch. I had a Diet Coke as a treat instead. Don’t judge me.
Saturday afternoon consisted of hours (HOURS) spent outside playing in the warm sunshine. I know we’ll probably be besieged with a snowstorm next week but good grief it felt nice to be outside and be warm.
Sunday was yet another stellar day. I slept well, the kids slept in and then crawled into my bed for a snuggle. Then there was that whole Canada/U.S. hockey game deal. You know, THE ONE WHERE WE BEAT THE U.S.A AND WON THE GOLD MEDAL. It happened after hours spent pacing, holding my breath and screaming. I love my American friends, and their team put up the good fight, but…CANADA. WON. GOLD. I love my country.
I won’t say that the weekend was easy, as all of the care of my three little beings rested upon my shoulders. I was “on” all day. They play independently, yes, but I had nobody to pass the Torch of Responsibility to so that I could get work done/just shut down for a bit from the moment they woke up until the moment they crawled into bed.
I also missed being able to tell Honey all of the little (funny) things that happen during the day, though he did see this nugget on Facebook and commented on it:
Emily put a flag pole between her legs and said, “Hey Mommy! Look at my wiener!” Honey? It’s time to cut that out. She’s paying attention.
His reply: “That’s my girl!”
I love my family.
I’m happy that he got the chance to get away and I’m happy that I got more time with the kids than I normally do but I’m exponentially happier when we’re all together.
*I dressed the kids in red on Sunday morning to show unity with Team Canada. We. Are. Canadian.
LOL, I checked FB tonight after work to find about 1,000,000 status updates about That. Game. I had no idea! The Winter Olympics are on TV here, but I was at work, with no TV. Besides, we can’t get the channel in question. Sounds like it was a nailbiter! Yay for Canada though!!
Glad you survived your solo-parenting weekend
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Glad you survived! It’s great that you and Matthew both take trips, they are so refreshing. I do but Jay NEVER does. Not that I am complaining.
I am proud to be Canadian all the time but all those gold medals are sure neat! The story of the games was Joannie Rochette though. What strength!
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Solo parenting? Not my gift. (Okay, so I did it with one kid for almost five years and it was pretty awesome, but two kids? Or in your case, three? NO THANK YOU.) The fake penis thing? FREAKING HILARIOUS. Noah and I exchange texts a lot when one of us is with the kids and one is not – the little things they do are too funny not to pass them on.
Glad you survived!
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YAY CANADA GOLD WOOOOOOOOOOO!
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I was watching the game with my husband and while I can’t deny it was sad to watch the USA lose, if we had to get beat, there’s no one I’d rather get beat by than Canada! All those fishing trips each summer [16 and counting!] and the Canadian friends I met in college have made it hold a special place in my heart.
Plus, I was thinking of you, knowing how excited you and your family must be!
Glad your family is reunited again. It’s really great to read about couples who encourage the other to go out and do things they love while not buckling under the pressure back home. Something to aspire to when Matt and I have kids of our own someday!
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Glad you had a great weekend!
That game was definitely a nailbiter, and I almost threw up from the stress, but it was worth it in the end. Go Canada!! 
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YA CANADA!!!!! What a game….I was biting my nails and the boyfriend was having an almost panic attack. Glad you had a great weekend!
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hubs and I watched the first USA/Canada hockey game and we were so excited to have USA win. And like most have said, if we lost, it was happily to you guys!
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I’m not usually one for cheesy commercials but man I loved the “let’s show them whose game this really is” one. And we showed em!! Woo hoo!!
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We were up at Apex watching Camille snowboard during the hockey game so we didn’t see the whole thing, but we caught the end at the Gunbarrel and everyone was cheering SO LOUD! I felt so Canadian I even ate some poutine, which I haven’t done in about ten years! Good times!
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Glad to hear that you survived the solo parenting weekend. Having hockey readily available helped too!
It was a great game…and yes, WE WON THE GOLD!!! I could hear you all the way here in Ontario, and vice versa I’m sure. Did they show footage of Dundas Square out there…you’d think Toronto was downtown Vancouver, to the point I was glad I live in the sticks!
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see…and Isabella just wanted to watch Full House instead of the hockey game…hahaha.
…and just wait until you are doing it for 2 weeks straight every month and we’ll see how awesome it is. I kid. I kid. Mostly. hahahaha.
Those few days here and there are nice. I wish I had that!!!
i’m glad they were good for you…well, minus the barfing!
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Oooh. Good riddance to that mole. One of my least favorite things ever is my annual “mole check.”
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Solo parenting is always fun – for a few hours. It’s a great way to appreciate your other half, huh? Today, my friend and I were chatting that my family should go out East for a summer vacation – and that the boys and I would drive out and my husband could join us later by flying. Then I realized I would be traveling across PROVINCES with two boys for days on end… and then I thought, maybe we should just fly? Hope your hubby had a fun time!
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Whooo Canada! I got a “that’s my girl!” from my dad this weekend when I called him from the pub at 10:30 am (we needed to show up early to get seats for the Canada/USA game!) after spending the morning at the er.
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