Sir Monkeypants just left for an unexpected trip to Toronto for the weekend. He’ll be back on Sunday evening sometime. That gives me about 60 hours of time alone with the munchkins, a thought that puts me into major Third World War bunker-type survival mode. No unnecessary exertions, no shopping unless absolutely necessary, no bathing unless absolutely necessary, absolutely NO attempts to ride bikes with only one parent present. Basically we will be watching a lot of TV in the next two days while eating Alphaghetti from a can (Mon Dieu! I hope I packed the can opener!). Hopefully we will survive!
My other Mommy friends are laughing at me, because they’ve all dealt with this before — business trips, “just the boys” weekends away, that sort of thing. But I’ve been super lucky — this is actually the first time since Gal Smiley was born that Sir Monkeypants has been away overnight. In fact, I can’t even think of a time since Captain Jelly Belly was born that I took care of him by myself for more than 24 hours. So naturally, I’m panicking, because that’s what I do best. I’m not sure how much posting I’ll be able to do over the weekend — not because I’m busy, but because of the sweaty palms.
At least I’m still pregnant. Of course that makes me pretty tired, but I can’t imagine what I would have done with two preschoolers AND a newborn baby for 6 hours, let alone 60. Inside is definitely better — and the baby better stay that way this weekend. Otherwise, I hope he or she likes Alphaghetti.
TurtleHead 
Although, I’m sure you’ll do just fine. It’s a lot more scary to think about it than it actually is. My hubbie has been on many a boys night out and business evenings and an occasional business trip (not overnight, but he didn’t arrive home until midnight and had left at 5am that morning, so it basically was overnight — this was when MiniMe was only two months old).
I bet you could even venture into your back yard or, gulp, go to the mall with the little ones and all come back in one piece.
May the force be with you.
I know, I’m being silly. We’re sure to survive. Mostly. 🙂
It’s weird how things change once you have more experience. I remember when went back to work when Captain Jelly Belly was three weeks old, and I totally panicked. I don’t think I had been out of the house except to go to doctor appointments until then, and here I was expected to care for an infant myself the WHOLE DAY. It was so scary!
And this time around, plans to take the Captain and Gal Smiley camping for the weekend when the newest Jatania is a few weeks old, and I’m like, “Go, go! Having only a baby for the weekend is like a major holiday!” Hee.
Hope your new baby isn’t colicky. That is no picnic even with two people and no other kids.
Glad to hear things are going ok and that you are in the home stretch for the weekend! Now you can take on anything!