I miss my kids.
DO NOT tell them I said that. Yeah yeah, I acted like it was going to be ‘awesome’ to be without them for a week. But you know what? It’s strange. And they have only been gone for three days so far. What the heck?
They are on vacation with a grandma, aunts, uncles, cousins, great aunts, great uncles, more cousins… having a blast. Neither Mike nor I could afford the time off to go on vacation due to newer jobs (both of which are good, yea!), so my mom offered to my kids with her. I know they are having a great time. It’s an awesome opportunity for them to hang out with relatives without their stupid parents being around. But for me? It’s weird.
I walk past their rooms in the morning and before bed – they are empty. Sad.
The bathrooms are still clean, the kitchen counter isn’t sticky, and there are no sounds of ‘stop it Elaine’ or ‘knock it off Warren’. And yet? I want it all back. Sooner rather than later, please.
I know that Sunday when they return home it will seem as if they have never been gone. The sticky will walk right back in the door with them, accompanied by a week’s worth of dirty clothes. The fighting will be intense as they will have tried their hardest to hold it in while on vacation (most likely due to my threats). We won’t have enough food in the house for my hollow legged son. My daughter will be bored and need a friend over ASAP. But right now?
I miss them.
I miss those rotten, stinky children of mine.
I miss the eye rolls from Warren. I want to tell Elaine to back off and give me space because she is crowding me and she ‘just wants to be my buddy’.
Sure, sure, Mike is here. And it’s awesome to hang out with him. But it’s different. We've been away from the kids while on a trip before - that's great. Both of us to be at home without our kids? I can’t describe it, but it’s different.
Not different in a good way. Weird.
I miss them.