No matter how you slice it, tax season is tough. Tony works a LOT. He’s working less now and seems happier than ever before, but still, the boys and I are alone large chunks of time when Tony was home before.
Tony’s absence affects us all differently. For me, I feel the brunt of the effects of Charles and Jamie, in addition to my own loneliness or sometimes feeling like a martyr for all I do to keep things going. What am I sacrificing? My sanity.
Tony now has a tough time calming Jamie in the middle of the night. Whereas before, Tony could get him back to sleep, now I just don’t even wake Tony up to take care of him a good chunk of the time because he’ll go back to sleep for me, but not for Tony.
Charles is acting out like crazy. He is throwing more tantrums than usual and doesn’t want to be comforted by Tony, only by me. It’s double duty for mom.
My method to staving off madness? Stay busy.
In the past few months, we have traveled and we have visited. We have worked out and gotten out and seen and done things. We play and we play and we play.
And what do you know? Tax season is almost over and it has flown by. Of course, these next couple of weeks might last forever.