Gone Hunting

 

Fifteen days ago, Handy Man left for a once and a life time hunting trip in Alaska. Seventeen days camping and floating down an Alaskan mountain river in search of a mighty moose. Seventeen days in the wilderness. Nature. Wildlife. Cooking by camp fire. No Showers. Squatting in the bushes... no thank you.

To my Handy Man Mountain Man this was a dream come true.

In the meantime, in reality, I have been balancing life at home.

Before Handy Man left, my business was on the slow side. I decided to take an intense continuing education course. I figured it would be a perfect opportunity to better my business while I was slow. I also signed our Brown Eyed Girl up for swimming lessons. It would be something fun we could do, to keep us busy.

I anticipated snuggle nights, play dates, swimming lessons and fun while Daddy was away.

Reality Check!

In the last fifteen days, Colorado was plagued with rain and flooding, I have sold two houses, struggled to schedule appointments, I have been showing houses to two new clients, went on a listing appointment, we started swimming lessons, my grandma came to visit, had to judge a horse show, the alternator went out in my suburban, daughter spent a couple days in Red and I got our first call from the Principal, Mr Blue Eyes decided it was better late than never to jump on the terrible-two's band wagon while cutting two new teeth, I tried to paint our new shed, balance nightly, and lengthy, homework assignments from my class, keep the grass mowed after a week of rain, remember to feed the fish, the dog, the horses....

I have realized in the last fifteen days that playing single mom sucks. Being a single mom is tough. And that I really need this t-shirt for the future.

About 8 days ago when I was really feeling overwhelmed, on the verge of tears, I was cleaning the house and I found this laying on the floor...

A glove.
A camo glove.
A warm, snugly mitten/glove.
With awesome features like the ability to flip back the mitten part to expose your trigger fingers to take a more accurate shot.

Quite an awesome glove.
But just one glove.

I placed the glove on the counter and I couldn't help but smile for a minute.

For you see while I was feeling overwhelmed by swimming lessons, temper tantrums, clients, business appointments, classes, homework, dishes piling up, laundry, bath time, running kids around, lining up babysitters, trying to fit in my morning runs, emails, phone calls, preschool Principals, negotiations and self medicating every night with four a glass of wine, there was a man in the Alaskan wilderness rummaging though his luggage and supplies in search of one glove. Probably cussing wildly and colorfully. Possibly some innocent camo items were thrown. Suitcase lid slammed shut repeatedly. Very colorful expressions.

Somewhere there was a man in the Alaskan wilderness who had to pack so conservatively that his poor hand was now chilly. Maybe even cold. And not just any hand, his right hand. His trigger finger.
Would he end up having to play Macgyver and use a wool sock?
Maybe...

Poor Handy Man.

I have left his glove on the counter all week. And every time I am feeling overwhelmed, I take a sip of my wine and smile. Maybe chuckle just a little.

And when that just wasn't cutting the cake four days ago...

I knew a little retail therapy would brighten my day and alleviate the stress! And in the spirit of hunting, I found this perfect dark, olive green, little purchase!!