Every year, my husband takes a guys’ trip to Las Vegas. For 13 years, without fail, this has been a ritual for Bruce and his friends. They aren’t really gamblers, but they love the sports book, so going in October allows them to bet on baseball, football, and hockey. Apparently it’s the manly man’s dream.
Back in the day, the wives/girlfriends took the opportunity for some female bonding time, which is equally as fun but definitely more tame. As the years have moved along, fewer guys make the trip, and the girls no longer have “girl time” because they have had kids, moved, or both.
This year in particular, the time leading up to the trip (just a week and a half before they were due to leave) was marred by the brutal events that left the city, and our country in shock and grief. But not going was not an option because as we all know, life must go on regardless of tragic events, because otherwise we let the perpetrators of such disgusting acts of senseless violence win.
While I am happy that Bru takes his annual guy getaway, I hate everything else about him being gone. I realize how lucky I am that he takes care of so much around the house so I don’t have to. In addition to taking care of a house with entirely too many steps, I have the dogs to worry about as well. Bruce and I are a team and he picks up my slack so frequently that I often take it for granted, which is something I am reminded of every time he goes away.
Now as our dogs are aging, they are much more needy, and they require more care. When Bru is home we make a perfect team with how we care for them, but being alone is a whole different world. In addition to them needing more care, so do I! This year I had a dizzy day, which I haven’t had in quite some time. I woke up and was stumbling all over the place, tripping over my feet, and I felt like the house was spinning around me. While dealing with that, I had to carry dogs inside and out (about 100 times thanks to Marty), pick up food, put down food, move the food while Marty decided where he would like to dine, and administer the medications all while barely being able to even stand up. Then to top it all off, I had to clean up dog vomit… from the dog who has only puked once before in all the time he has been with us. This gave a whole new meaning to the expression “when it rains it pours”.
Luckily I have an emergency medication that is supposed to help me on days like this. I’m not sure it helped as much as it allowed me to doze, which is extremely uncommon for me. I don’t even sleep at night, and napping is something that never happens for me. Luckily, the dogs did allow me some time to rest, and I woke up the next day feeling less dizzy but just exhausted.
Even though it’s taxing, I still support Bru any time he wants to do the guy thing, and I’m pretty sure he’d say the same about me. The important thing is that we miss each other like crazy while he is away, and it always feels so good to have him home. And I get a dose of reality about not taking even the seemingly tiniest things for granted because it’s so blatant while I am alone. I’m reminded of what a great team we are, and if nothing else, I know for sure that home just isn’t home without my partner.
Plus, it sure doesn’t hurt when he wins big and brings me extra presents! 🙂