In June I flew my kids back east to spend a summer with their dad. Now, in two weeks I return to pick them up. Where the hell did this summer go exactly?
This stretch of seven or so weeks is the longest that I have ever been apart from them. I was really worried even months before the start of summer about how they would cope and how I would cope. To the point that I was losing sleep over the whole thing. Would they be okay? Would I have to fly back and get them early? At the same time I was worrying, I was also sort of excited for the break.
At it turns out, they’ve had a great summer and so have I. It’s amazing how quickly I was able to slip into a new, grown-up-centric routine. I’m excited to have them home. To see their faces, hear about their summer, see how much they’ve grown and spoil them a little. But I will miss my freedoms that come with ‘visits to dad’. Living on opposite side of the country has not been easy on any of us.
Once they’re home, I will miss, in no particular order:
Twice a day gym workouts, dates with my boyfriend, reduced grocery bill, less laundry each week, not having school runs, the sounds of silence vs. listening to them fight, going to the movies and seeing grown-up films, cooking one meal instead of an adult-friendly one and a kid-friendly one, road trips without whining from the back of the car, and I’m sure a lot more that I can’t think of right now.
Despite all of the above, I can’t wait to have them home so I can be a mom again :)
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