My kids are away this week. They went to their grandparents’ house last Sunday and I am enthusiastically reclaiming them in two more days.
Seven days. That’s the longest I have ever been away from them in their whole lives. It has been over 12 years since I have spent a full week not in the presence of my children.
And I gotta say, I’m not a fan.
Sprout is homesick. She has a cell phone and nimble texting fingers, so she has been in semi-constant contact. She’s been texting me late into the nights, and I love it. She’s also been texting some of her friends and my Mom. I am not sure she’s “talked” this much on her phone ever before. I both feel like I am finally getting my money’s worth out of her texting plan and like she’s not so “away”. These are good things.
I am not sure how my little (not-so-little) Tater is doing. I talk to him on the phone each night and I try to record every little boy giggle in my memory so I can replay it until I can talk to him again. He’s not much of a phone talker, so my best bet is to say something funny so he starts laughing and saying silly things in return. I wish he had a cell phone.
I had originally threatened to call them every 10 minutes. To talk to them for 9 minutes. And then hang up and say, “Talk to you in a minute.” They thought that was funny. I was only partly joking.
I asked Sprout how Tater’s doing. She said, “I don’t know.”
But – he’s RIGHT THERE.
I tell her to go hug him, but I can’t be sure she is. Which is OK, because I imagine she did. The Sprout of my imagination is more compliant and affectionate with her brother than the real one.
The week has gone by fairly quickly. I have braved the bizarre silence of my house. I have attempted to provide 3 people’s-worth of attention to the dog. I have failed. She misses them, too.
I have lunched. And dinnered. And slept in. And cleaned. The cat’s done playing. The dog is soooo over it.
I have not resorted to wearing my tiara and baking. I am getting better (less weird anyway) about this “empty nest” thing. But I still don’t like it.