I dreaded coming home from Blogher. I’ll admit it.
I was done with the wonderful over-stimulation.
I was exhausted from the partying.
I really wanted to be home. To go home.
I wanted to be excited. But I couldn’t.
Not because I didn’t miss my kids. I missed them something fierce.
I even missed my husband, despite some tension before I left.
I didn’t have any guilt about being away from my family. Which surprised me because I had never been away from them for longer than a few hours. Not ever.
I dreaded coming home though.
Because I thought it was going to be worse than what waits for me when I go out for typical GNO type evening.
I had no doubt in my mind that my house would be trashed. The kitchen sink would be overflowing and smelling. The laundry room would be piled with dirty clothes. The washer would have a mildew smelling load, sitting and brewing inside its drum. The dryer, a wrinkled mess that was beyond help. The kids would be grungy and musty and exhausted from no one enforcing bath and bedtime. And I was sure I was going to arrive home to my husband being a schmuck.
I was sure the conditions I would be greeted with would be less than favorable. Because my husband passive-aggressively punishes me. Although if you ask him, he’d say I was being paranoid. I’m not paranoid. Just ask my shrink!
The whole 4 1/2 hour car ride home I had a deep sense of impending doom.
I arrived home at around 4pm.
No one came running out to greet me. So I was sure my deepest suspicions were right.
I grabbed my lightest bags.
I opened my unlocked front door.
I sang out “hello, I’m home!”
I looked around.
I found, to my shock…
My house neat.
The laundry completely caught up and put away.
Nothing in the sink.
The only child that was home at the moment was freshly washed and smelling delish.
My husband kissed me and bounced out the front door to claim the rest of my load from the car.
I sat down next to my son.
I looked over at my husband who joined us on the couch.
And we linked fingers.
It was good. I felt light.
I realized that I don’t have to ever dread coming home again.
Because it’s fine. It will always be fine.
YES! I feel quite the same way!
Jessica Gottlieb says
Oh they love you.
Of course they do. I love this.
All is as it should be 🙂
Oh honey. I’m so glad! That is so the way it should be.
I’m sure the husband was properly rewarded for such un-schmuckish behavior.
Even if it had to be a silent reward. ;D
Oh wow, that’s great news! What a great homecoming! 🙂
the planet of janet says
they do that just to keep you guessing, ya know….
I feel the same way if I’m gone all day and hubby is at home. Even if I casually point out things that need to be done I will head home assuming that the house looks like shit but surprisingly he usually has completed whatever task it is that I sorta asked him to do. Husbands aren’t totally retarded. Well, yes they are.
I am so happy for you! Maybe they realized how much you really do for them. Or else you’ve just stepped into the “Twilight Zone” do do do do do do do do…Seriously, they can surprise you & be nice sometimes. : )
That rocks! You should go away more often.
managed chaos says
I love homecomings…especially when they go so well like yours! They say absence makes the heart grow fonder ;o)
Momo Fali says
So glad for you. I came home to piles of dog hair.
Courtney Velasquez says
I came home to a greatful husband who texted me yesterday saying that he realized how much he needs me and appreciates me in his life. I’m glad I went away:)
Tara R. says
What a sweet homecoming. They missed you!
Meeting you this weekend was definitely one of my all time high points. You totally rock!
What a wonderfully sweet homecoming. I think your family loves you very much and missed you!
What a wonderful homecoming! I wish I could’ve come to BlogHer and met you. I hope to go to a future one.
What a wonderful homecoming. So glad you were greeted warmly with a clutter free home 🙂
It was WONDERFUL getting the chance to meet you. You really are gorgeous inside and out here on this blog and IRL.
Amy Kehoe says
Nothing like coming home to THAT!
karen bolton says
you need to go away more often!!!! xoxo k
Karen @ If I Could Escape says
We cleaned our house right before we left, so we came home to wonderful cleanliness. It was great meeting you at Blogher and I hope you’ll be back next year!
Colleen - Mommy Always Wins says
Lucky bitch. 😉
Miss Britt says
OMG! Seriously! We live the same life, only I don’t have step children. My husband also pasisve aggressively punishes me and only my therapist believes me too!! lol
Glad he pulled it together for you, though. Mine did OK, but not as good as yours 🙂
So glad this had a happy ending. Too bad you worried all the way home from Chicago.
So glad it ended well.
Have I mentioned how wonderful it was to meet you?
Well, it was.