Mr. Wumpus is working. A lot. Long hours, early mornings, weekends, you know, all the time. His schedule is about to get even busier. My maternity leave also ends in, oh, six and a half weeks. And so, I'm heading back west for a month, for one last kick at the can; to relax, to ride, to visit family and friends. We're not just going back to Manitoba either, we're going even further west...to B.C. Chou has a grandma, step grandpa and three aunts she's never met, and I've got a good friend with not one, but two babies I've never met, aged two and two months. It's a trip to see them all, to meet, to catch up.
I'm excited to go, but a big part of me also feels like I should be committed to my life here, in l'Otterwah. It's my home now. I have friends and routines, running routes and at least a bit of a social life. And I have a new barn, I think. More importantly, leaving the husband for a month, of not having his support and not watching him and Chou together makes me sad and I wonder if it's the right thing to do.
But then I think of everyone I want to see, those who want to see Chou. I think of the year ahead with no holidays and an ever-more active wee baby, and I know we won't be going west for a long time. There won't be such an option for a very long time, in fact.
And so I start to plan my month of visiting, catching up, fun runs, family dinners, a sleigh ride, lunches, coffee and just general spending time. All that's left after that is cramming as much husband time as I can into the next three weeks...if he'd just stay home long enough.