I'm sitting here alone. ALONE. As in no one around. My husband just ran out for a moment, but he'll be back. My children, on the other hand, are gone for a week.
My inlaws took them for an entire week and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. I welcome the break. I'm 36 weeks pregnant and I'm starting to have high blood pressure. Being able to rest for a full week will be nice. I'll still work and all that, but coming home to have to do absolutely nothing? It's going to be strange.
I'm going to miss them. They've been gone for an hour and I already miss them. Because I'm a working mom, my evening and weekends mean everything to me. I've quite often accidentally-on-purpose woken them up from their naps just so I get to have more wake-time with them. And yeah, they drive me crazy much of the time, but no matter how they are acting - they are my heart and soul. Just because I have a big bruise on my leg which hurts so bad it throbs, I still want my leg with me at all times.
Ella, my little blonde drama queen, don't grow up too fast in the next week. It's all happening too fast and I'm afraid to blink enough as it is.
Allie, my beautiful girlie girl, mommy is going to miss your morning time cuddles. Can you save them up for me so I can still have them when you get home?
updated: The girls just called me when they got to Grandma and Papa's house. Allie spent maybe 15 seconds telling me she loved me all the way to outer space and to a black hole. Then Ella told me she was drawing me pictures and would mail them to me. (I gave her a stamped envelope to mail me the picture she was drawing for me when she left.) She said "The mailman didn't come today and he won't come tomorrow. But the next day he will come and then I will mail you the picture. I am not done yet but I will have plenty of time. Time to watch Barbie and the Diamond Castle. Bye mommy! I love you. I miss you."
Good lord. She's only 4.