When daddy is away

There are so many disadvantages when DG travels: Only me taking care of the girls (no handing off when he walks in the door so I can have a much needed moment), missing adult conversations, not conversations centered around Fresh Beat Band, glitter, or Barbie (not all bad topics every now and again), not to mention no help unloading the dishwasher (my least favorite chore), and no one to get the new roll of TP from the cabinet above the refrigerator that is so darn hard for me to reach. Kind of fortunately our girls don't know any different (he has traveled a lot for all of both of their little lives), and as my wise mother in law said, what is normal is different for each family. So although my husband missing out on everyday adventures, and not so everyday events (birthday parties, trips, etc) may not be seen as normal to others, to us it is and we make the best of it when our magic is gone for a few days. With the help of cell phones, email, winkball.com, and of course treats and stories when DG comes home our lives are for the most part smooth sailing and very blessed.
So as to not dwell on the poor me attitude of my husband traveling ( I know many other wives who have a lot tougher things to deal with), there are some hidden advantages with husbands traveling. Meal time is a lot easier (you all don't want to know how many pancake dinners my girls have had while the husband travels), tv time revolves around chick flicks (You've Got Mail, one of my favorites), and I can go ahead and put the light ash blonde back in my hair and pretend the sun just lightened it up ;)
Don't get me wrong, when he walks through the door and the magic is back all is right with the world and as it should be, until he pulls out the suitcase and starts packing again...