Sometimes, MarvMan is quite possibly the most amazing man on the face of the planet. Take yesterday, for example. Yesterday was one of those days where the command was taking a day off, but they couldn't just "take the day off." Days like these become mandatory fun days or some sort of community service days.
In MarvMan's case, it was a little of both. They had decided to do a car wash and then go bowling. The Warrant Officer even bought them pizza while they were up at the bowling alley.
MarvMan happens to also be a proud papa. Very proud. So I was overjoyed when he informed me that he would be taking both A-Girl and BreMonster with him when he went in to "work" with him. The morning came, I dressed the girls, sent them off with MarvMan and went back in the house, excited for a day to do whatever I pleased.
I couldn't think of a damn thing to do.
I've had my moments before where the girls have driven me up a wall. Where all I wanted was a vacation, or at least to live closer to my family so when I'm stressed I can take the girls over, drop them off, and leave for awhile. I've had entire weeks where I wanted nothing more than to go back to work, if only to get a guaranteed eight hour break.
But yesterday reminded me that I'm in the right place. The silence was overwhelming and without two small pairs of feet following me around, I suddenly felt lost. Even for just that brief period of time, the house was a strange place without my babies and I missed them.
Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the time, though. I just wish I'd remembered my non-domestic hobbies a bit sooner. Because instead of soaking in the bathtub, painting my toenails or giving myself a manicure, what'd I do?
And was so grateful for the normal day to resume when MarvMan had to bring them home early because they were tired and fussy. Just don't tell MarvMan. Maybe a couple more of these mornings off and I'll get the hang of selfishly enjoying them.