Work Widow

Armando got a new job- Yay!
He has to travel quite a bit for it- Boo!
Since Armando is such a good teacher/salesman he was not only promoted but also nominated to head up a new training program for Fred Meyer Jewelers managers. A requirement for that position is that he travel for a week at a time for the next few months. Until the end of September my husband will only be home for a total of three weeks and several weekends.
I don't mind being by myself- sometimes I even need it. It's a whole different story when it's you and a baby. There is no one to say, here let me hold him while you make dinner/take a shower/poop in silence. There is no one there to notice you are about to lose your shit when your adorable child is screaming because you wouldn't let him eat paper/stab himself in the eye/lick the carpet. It's hard. I know it's only going to be for short periods of time and it will go quickly but please let me have a small pity party for myself.
Yes, I miss the help that my husband is around the house and with Dom- But I just plain miss him. I miss hearing him play guitar in the other room while cooking dinner. I miss waking up in the middle of the  night to tell him to go to bed. I miss him.
If I was stay-at-home all the time it would probably be easier but since I work 3 days a week it's such a juggle to get him to my mom's, go to work, actually work, go pick him up, run errands, cook food, clean (I use that term loosely) and get everyone to bed in one piece..... just to turn around and do the same thing the next day. Thank God for fake holidays like Pioneer Day so I had a day off!
I'll be so excited to go and pick Armando up from the airport every Friday when he flies back in.
P.S. Am I a horrible person that I'm glad he hates traveling? That way he's wanting to come home just as badly as I want him home??