Friday, October 18, 2013

Peyton, You Rock.

{photo by the amazing jenni of j. noel photography}
Day three in my single mom gig. Don't worry- Peyton hasn't abandoned us for good, at least not that I know of. Work called and he just had to travel to California. (I know, I know... POOR Peyton.) And while the boy and I have been living it up, painting the town red, dancing on the ceiling and such, today is P's birthday, so I'm kind of obligated to miss him. Lucky for him, I've found some concrete reasons why he's been sorely needed these past few days...

- He unpacks groceries. Declan tried yesterday, but didn't understand you take them from the bag to a shelf, not the bag to the family room. He was very orderly at least, and only picked out the cylindrical items.

- He cuddles me in the morning. Ok. Sometimes. But yesterday morning I was especially in need of one and he wasn't there. It blew.

- He gives the baby baths and puts him to bed at night.

- He cleans the poopy diapers. 'nuff said. 

- Not only does he watch my shows with me, he also lets me pause every three minutes to comment. Lots of people would have kicked me to the curb by now, but nope. Not mah man.

- He takes out the trash. Which I nearly forgot to do yesterday...

- And feeds the dog.

- He chases Declan around the house and gets lots of kisses from him and puts him down for naps when I'm just spent.

Clearly these aren't life shattering things (and it must be said that he does many other, bigger contributions to the household as well) but these are the ones that jump out when he's gone. The little things. The glue to my sanity. So instead I've been leaning on chamomile tea. And while it's good, it just can't unpack itself from a grocery bag.

All this to say... Peyton, I miss you. I realized today that I actually miss, miss you, like a physical miss, rather than just saying the words and not fully knowing them. People do longer separations all the time and I'm being a wimp, but you deserve to hear it since, oooh yeah, it's your birthday! Sum it all up to mean that you rock, we love you, and we can't wait to have you home.

love and loads of x's and o's,

LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE

7 comments:

  1. "Not only does he watch my shows with me, he also lets me pause every three minutes to comment. Lots of people would have kicked me to the curb by now, but nope. Not mah man."

    Our husbands are twins. I do get a fair bit of eye rolling, but Justin doesn't complain either.

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  2. "So instead I've been leaning on chamomile tea. And while it's good, it just can't unpack itself from a grocery bag." Made me giggle.

    They may not be on the same page as you know, working to pay the bills, being the bread winner, opening the pickle jars and what not... But I'd be willing to bet that if suddenly all of these little things one day stooped, it would be indeed life changing.

    it's the little things. :)

    PEYTON, YOU ROCK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

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  3. Aw! Happy birthday to your hubby :) It really sucks when they are away - the days are so long with a little one when Daddy isn't coming home at night! Hope his work trip flies by :)

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  4. happy birthday Peyton!

    haha,,
    i'm laughing reading this. he sounds like a real catch

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  5. Christina....
    First things first. Happy birthday to your husband!! ;-D
    Secondly. What a sweet list, and missing Peyton is totally acceptable!! I imagine that he misses you in return!! ;)
    --Raelyn



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  6. Aw, happy belated birthday to Peyton! And Christina, I feel you on every one of these! Except for the poopy diapers-- man, you really hit the jackpot.

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  7. Happy Birthday to Peyton!

    Bru, we would have divorced over the remote issue, for sure. I watch my shows in silence. I'm a man.

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