Once a year during summer vacation, my kids go camping with Grandma and Grandpa for a week. All but my youngest that is. And although I look forward to a little more peace and quiet, a lot less work, and a break from being the mom of four, that’s not EVER what it turns out to be.
It seems that the special little gift that we Mom’s get that makes us forget the ACTUAL pain of childbirth also includes the memory of how much hard work it is to have only one child.
But dang, this is tough stuff.
Instead of giving me a break what has really happened is I’ve lost my built in dishwasher unloaders, clothes folders, vacuumers and babysitters. Instead I’m left with a little boy who doesn’t know how to be alone because he usually always has someone around to play with.
So he has become my shadow in all things…
“C’mon Gabe, let’s go fold the clothes (or make dinner, or go to the bathroom with mommy, or get the mail). Do you feel my pain?
He even blogs with me. Say “Hi” Gabe.
I can’t wait for my kids to come home. Not because I miss them terribly, (yeah, maybe just a little) not because my house can’t stay clean without my labor force, but just because….
MOMMY. WANTS. TO GO. POTTY. ALONE!