I've abandoned her. I've left her alone with them, and more than that, I've taken most of her sources of help along with me.
Ten long days ago, I (the Fella) and the folks we've taken to calling The Moms (aka Yaya and Gram on this blog) took off to Italy. It was a trip through my work that had been planned for a couple of years now. It was supposed to be our first trip sans kids--we were going to ship the young ones off to one of The Moms, and enjoy ourselves for eleven days. Then along came our little Hazel-shaped bundle of joy, and that plan no longer seemed pertinent. So instead, in a fit of shortsightedness, Jessa invited The Moms to go on the trip with me. Leaving her. Alone.
Well, alone isn't quite right. She had Selena, and a few playdates. And school a few times for the boys (offer a pinch of incense to whatever deity you consider responsible for the provision of such fortune, a few days of school like oases in so much single-parenting desert). And drop-in gymnastics (someone get a Nobel Prize for the person who invented that).
Anywho, tomorrow we hop on a long flight back to the States, commencing with a 2 a.m. wake-up call (ouch). We should be rolling into Denver around 2 p.m. tomorrow, bleary-eyed and craving home. Personally, I'm excited to see my family again--this is the longest I've been apart from any of them since Jessa and I started dating in 1997, I think, and it's not that much fun. I've bought them nice gifts and everything, and we've tried to FaceTime every day (thanks Steve Jobs), but at some point a guy just needs to kiss his wife and see his kids. Tomorrow shall be that point, God and Lufthansa willing (and the Germans are always on time).
Anyway, here are some pictures of our adventures. I've taken to Hipstamatic like the hipster-wannabe I am, so that's what you'll get.
Thanks for letting me guest-blog!