I am missing Super Z tonight. He has gone to Natchez to spend spring break with my Mom. The house, the family, my life...it is all so quiet without him. He is a constant source of noise and entertainment.
I think it is important to let him go. It builds a sense of Independence in him. It gives Randy a bit of a break. It lets Princess H get the only child treatment for a couple of days. All great things...so why does it have to be so hard? I am not sure who is more upset by his absence, me or Molly.
Probably Molly, she lost her sleep partner :)
I can't wait till Friday. For now, I will let his kisses (the ones that he told me to keep behind my ears until I saw him again) give me comfort.
Does it ever get any easier to be away from your kids? I am hoping so. I don't want to be the woman who refuses to let her children grow up.
I am all about living the wild wanton childless life again in 15 years. The kids actually have to move out for that to happen... I think.
Note: The wild wanton childless life probably consists of sleeping until 10 on Saturdays and goijn out to dinner without getting something wet on my clothing. I am a dreamer, what can I say?