The children and I have, in fact, been on our own these past two weeks. My husband has been overseas, so far away that it's winter and the next day there! I always expect some tearful evenings when he's gone, and as the days stretch long, we have to find special things to occupy us so we don't despair. ("We" applies chiefly to Caiden, who is my husband's shadow and mourns when he's gone. I've heard "I miss Daddy" literally a hundred times this month.)
This trip, we spent some of the time at my parents' lakehouse, enjoyed a tiny visit with my sister, ate a lot of ice cream, went on a few special lunch outings, read stories aloud in the evenings, had puppet shows, watched old movies, drew hundreds of pictures (mainly of dinosaurs, the boys' favorite topic), and had a late afternoon tea time on Sunday, the second weekend my husband was gone.
This adapted tea time, due to the hot weather, consisted of sweet tea in china teacups, poured from Addie's beloved Peter Rabbit teapot, and chips, salsa, and guacamole. I read "The Bear That Heard Crying," the true story of Sarah Whitcher, who was lost in the woods and kept alive by a bear, and we savored a favorite tradition with a Southwestern twist, I guess.
Now my husband is somewhere over the ocean, to arrive home this afternoon, and we are a flurry of activity, planning little surprises for him. I cannot divulge, as he will likely read this from the airport during his layover. I did let him know yesterday that I've been working on a secret project, and I think he's nearly as anxious to see it, as he is to see us.
I just hope he likes it!