Spectrummy Mummy

Asperger's, Allergies, and Adventures Abroad

The Grass is always Greener

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I don’t know how many times in the last couple of years I’ve watched my husband leave for work with a twinge of envy.

Don’t get me wrong, it is my choice to stay at home with the kids, and I’m grateful to be able to make that choice, but some days that choice feels like more of a necessity.  Engaging and playing with children is hard work when it doesn’t come naturally to them.  When conversation is a rare treat, I miss office banter.  And of course, this job goes unpaid and without leave.  It is only natural I’d be envious at times.  Some days I’d just like to do something different, use my brain and step outside of these walls.

Today and tomorrow, I get to do just that.

I have a mandatory seminar for two days about security overseas.  I am looking forward to moving and our new life in Johannesburg, but it would be foolish to deny the real safety concerns about living there.  It is considered a critical post for crime, something I hadn’t given too much thought about until I had to do my homework for the seminar.  Reading about all the potential threats, I’m nervous.  Of course, when I mentioned this to Spectrummy Daddy, he wisely pointed out that the only way to assuage my worry was to go to the seminar and learns strategies for maintaining our security.

So I should be thrilled that I get to go tomorrow.  But I’m not.  Partly because I just plain old have too much to do.  We move out at the end of this week, and mini-crisis after mini-crisis means I’m way behind in what needs to be done.  I’ll have to miss the only appointment we could get with Pudding’s psychiatrist before we leave.

Then there is the other side of it.

I don’t know what to wear.  I’m so out of step with doing anything buy my current role as a spectrummy mummy, I find it weird to do anything else; even if it is just for two days, even if all I need to do is show up and sit there.  I’m going to find it hard to keep my mind from being here instead of there, particularly when it seems to be crammed so full at the moment.

I know I should just enjoy the break, but this isn’t a time when I would have asked for a break.  This is a time when I feel strongly that I need to be on hand, every day, every hour, every minute.  Pudding’s separation anxiety is at an all-time high, and she is thrown by this new upset.  Just two days to us, is more uncertainty and anxiety for her, at a time when she just doesn’t need more.  When none of us need any more.

Still, Spectrummy Daddy will be here to take over, and I know they’ll be in safe hands.  I’m not so vain as to think the whole world will turn upside-down if I’m not the one taking charge for a couple of days.  Maybe it will be good for all of us to change things up a little, and experience things a little differently.

And what stay-at-home parent doesn’t want to show their other half just what is involved with staying at home?  And how many working parents have wanted to demonstrate the challenge of having to be apart when your family needs you at home?  We’ll get to learn something about how our family would operate if things changed for us.

I wonder how many times over the last couple of years Spectrummy Daddy has left for work with a twinge of envy at not being able to stay home.  Maybe two days are what we both need to learn if the grass is just as green as it appears on the other side.

Written by Spectrummy Mummy

July 18, 2011 at 6:02 am

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  1. Our son is 16, and we STILL only let one another watch him. Most arguments between my hub and I are “you get to go to work!! I’m stuck here!!” and vice versa. It doesn’t help that hub HATES it job, but stays because it pays GREAT. I want to say, enjoy your time away and make the best of it. But, if you’re anything like me, you’ll be sitting there worrying and thinking about whats going on back at “the compound” lol 🙂

    Rhonda Logan

    July 18, 2011 at 7:47 am

    • Yeah, it is hard to stop juggling with so many balls in the air. I’m going to try harder to enjoy today though. Thank you. 🙂

      Spectrummy Mummy

      July 19, 2011 at 5:45 am

  2. you’re probably dressed & out the door, but if you’re not – grab a cute skirt or sundress & try not to pair the pirate flip flops with them (like I would) – relax, enjoy & remember the best part – you get to go out to lunch – without kids!!! Em


    July 18, 2011 at 8:08 am

  3. ummmm…would it be weird if I said I was jealous? You’re getting to eat with grownups, talk with grownups, and pee…alone? And this is important stuff you’re doing, so added bonus and value.
    Can’t wait to hear about it (what I can hear, anyway).
    End of the week. Wow. That came fast.


    July 18, 2011 at 5:03 pm

    • Yes, it would be really weird, unless you like being alternately bored and freaked out with harrowing tales about what may happen. You’ll be glad that I took extra advantage and peed alone even when I didn’t need to- my bladder hasn’t had it so good in years!

      Spectrummy Mummy

      July 19, 2011 at 5:42 am

  4. That is a rough situation! [Although, like akbutler, I am jealous of the peeing alone, too. LOL 😉 ] I would be a basket-case even being gone for 1/2 a day with a move around the corner! In times like that I usually say “This to shall pass”…over and over in my head as needed. Good luck with your week! I hope it all goes well!


    July 19, 2011 at 1:48 am

    • Thank you! It could be worse- at least I live in the area. Some people have to fly in to attend the course, which would just push me over the edge at the moment!

      Spectrummy Mummy

      July 19, 2011 at 5:40 am

  5. […] will only lead to feeling guilty.  Pudding had her last day at preschool, and I learned that the grass is always greener.  In my spare time, I conducted physics […]

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