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Keeping Up with the Mazzolas

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

The moment has come that I’ve been dreading for the past four weeks. My husband is starting his emergency medicine rotation tomorrow. A little back story for you: he’s been hanging out with me for the last four weeks because he’s essentially been “doing research” and going on residency interviews. It’s been good and bad. On the one hand, he’s been home to help with the boys a ton, and it’s been amazing to have the ability to run out by myself when I’ve needed to. On the other hand, he’s been home. A ton.


(Husband): L.L.Bean Boots | Vineyard Vines Jacket (sold out, but similar one here)

Don’t get me wrong– he’s my absolute favorite person to spend time with, and we have a ton of fun together. But when you go from seeing each other in small doses to all of a sudden spending a ton of time together, it can be kind of difficult. I’d equate it to adding a third child to the mix (sorry babe!). I’ve got a routine– momma’s got a specific way she does things in her house. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to maintain any sense of sanity on the reg. That being said, he doesn’t know all of the intricate details of the inner workings of the day to day goings-on around here. Who has to teach him? Me.

He doesn’t know that Cole likes maple brown sugar oatmeal, and Reese likes apple cinnamon for breakfast, followed by a go-gurt. He doesn’t know how many days I’ve spent fighting with Cole to get him to switch from the sippy cup with the soft spout to the sippy cup with a retractable straw (and how many effing sippy cups we tried before we finally made an iota of progress– because the kid knows what he wants, I’ll give him that). He doesn’t know that when I reach into the pantry and grab the last pack of peanut butter crackers, I have to write it down on my post-it grocery list that I keep by the microwave– otherwise, I’ll never remember to get it when I go to Publix (#mombrain). And he also doesn’t know that it’s not that big of a deal if one or both of the children throws a tantrum in a public place– totes normal toddler behavior.

It’s just not what he’s used to. And that’s understandable seeing as he is usually around adults all day long, whether they’re doctors, nurses, patients– whatever. It’s easy for me to forget that he’s not in his element being around these kids 24/7. This led to some epic fights and totally immature back-and-forth behavior (mostly from him, because I’m never ever ever wrong). Okay, maybe I acted like a little bit of a b*tch once or twice. Maybe.

It’s been a struggle to get the boys used to having their daddy home all day because they don’t understand what’s going on, and we all know how well toddlers react to change…NOT. And now that we’ve finally adjusted to having all of this family time together, it’s time for him to get back to the grind.

But as annoying as it has been to have him here ALL THE TIME, I sure am going to miss him when he’s on these 12-hour shifts in another town. Aaahh the struggle.


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