Abandoned

It's almost 7PM. I'm home alone with the kids. Tobey was hungry so I'm feeding him dinner which is a reprieve because at least he's strapped in the booster. Eli fell asleep after the last feeding but has been in and out of fuss, needing to be held sometimes. My parents went to visit my grandma at dinnertime but said they'd be back to cook dinner. Tom is still at golf but I had to sound like the nagging wife again and call him asking when he'll be back in front of the same friends that know I was the only one that wanted Tom to call home on his bachelor party trip to Reno. At the worst, yes, both kids were crying at the same time.

I know I wanted to be on my own but hate it when it's unexpected, as if abandoned. And it's one thing to be on my own when I'm "supposed to be" (i.e., in a couple of weeks). But when there was in town help and on a weekend while Tom doesn't work, how come I'm finding myself alone with two kids?