Happy Mothers Day

As I write this, I've got both munchkins and the dog on top of me. It's very cozy on a rainy Sunday, but not quite perfect. It would only be perfect if my husband was here.

Early this morning (practically last night, really) my partner in crime headed out to the airport to catch his flight to LA. He's only been gone a few hours, but I already miss him terribly. Wussy, I know, but it's a perfect case of "don't know what you've got til it's gone."

I have been dreading this trip for months. This is the first time I've been alone with both kids for any length of time, and I've been so worried about all the things that could go wrong: sickness, injury, insanity. So far, the kids have been fabulous, it's the company I miss.

Our world tends to be very focused on the kids and their needs. With a three year old and an eight month old, it kind of has to be. However, it's invaluable to have another adult in the land of the peanuts. When our precocious son comes out with something absurdly funny (but very inappropriate), we work hard to keep our "parent faces" on while we explain why it's not appropriate. Then we run into the kitchen and snicker and giggle about how funny it was when he said it. It's a good release, and because we are his parents, our laughter is the exact same mix of "can you believe he said that?" and "can you believe he's ours? that we made him together?"

That's the stuff I'm missing right now. This morning, when the baby pinched our son, and he turned to me and said in the most exasperated tone "Well, I'm just sick of it!", I wanted so badly to turn to my husband to catch his reaction, but no such luck.

I miss you, honey. It's going to be a long week :(