On My Own

I admit that I am very fortunate to be married to Blair. He does a lot around the house and with the children. Funny enough, he doesn't see himself as special, he believes that he's just doing what he's supposed to as a parent.

Well, this week, he went to Calgary for a business conference, leaving me alone for three days with the children. For me, this is a HUGE deal, (again I am lucky)because we have never been apart. So, not only am I home alone with the children, I'm missing my best friend and bed buddy. Aside from trying to explain to Nicholas why Daddy isn't home for supper or bath time, I'm tearing up every time I talk to Blair on the phone. (MAJOR SUCK, I know). Now, I know a lot of people whose husbands go away and they manage quite nicely and I'm sure that they think that I am being ridiculous and maybe they are right, but it's how I feel.

Anyway, things were going fine, I got the kids bathed and fed, each night, and did my usual chores. I even managed to go to work for half a day to prep for my return after Spring Break. Then, it happened. On the day that Blair is to return home, a mini- emergency happened. I was putting the kids to bed for a nap and as I closed Claire's door, a large picture frame that we had leaning against the wall, fell against the door, wedging it shut. I had trapped my baby in her room, with no idea on how to get her out. Normally, I would call Blair at work and have him come home to solve the problem, but with him away, it was up to me to fix it. I tried pushing on the door to try and get out open, tried shoving things under it to push the frame out of the way, no luck . I called my Dad to see what he would suggest, but there was no answer. I called my uncle who's here visiting and also handy to see if he could help. He and his family stopped by on their way downtown for Olympic fun to see what he could do. No luck. So, I called the non-emergency fire number hoping that they could open the door without breaking the door and, in Nicholas' words "to rescue Clairey." Three great guys showed up in their fire engine and after some trouble shooting, and chatting with Nicholas (who thinks everyone comes to our house to see him), they got the door open. What a relief :) And, Claire remained asleep through the whole thing....that's my girl. Before they left, the fire fighters invited Nicholas to see inside their fire truck, giving him stickers, a pencil and some magnets. "I never beed in a fire truck a fore" Smiled Nicholas as he waved good bye to fire fighters. It made his day.

What a day! I'm really looking forward to Blair coming home tonight and hoping it's a long time before he goes away again.