The husband was off to India tonight. He's got a hectic travel schedule this month, he'll be in three different countries in the same number of weeks. He travels a lot, and the kids adjust well to him not being around. But it's the goodbyes that can be heart wrenching at times.
And so it was, this evening, when the kids and I saw him off in his taxi to the airport. Sara cried quiet tears, as she waved to her daddy. Danial and Farah both were teary. I was okay, until I looked at them and then felt that terrible sinking feeling that he'd be gone for a week.
If it was the kids' wailing, loud sobbing, I can easily deal with. But it's the quiet sobs that do me in because it means the feeling is much deeper and they are hurting on the inside. Since the goodbye, I've been trying to keep the kids busy. We've gone through everyone's spelling lists for the week. And we've put Muffy in her new bed that Danial created out of a box, and Sara is tucking her in. Who's Muffy? Our new pet. (Pictures to come!)
Now that everyone is quietly settling down, getting ready for a brand new school day tomorrow, I'm going to have to deal with the quietness in my bed. No one snoring in my ear, no one stealing my pillow from underneath my head, no one to fight over the blanket with. *Sniffles.*
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