Weekend away

It isn’t a common occurrence, but I spent the weekend away from home and my munchkin.

One of my friends from Anderson (where I was before I moved to Evansville) is getting married at the end of August. Her wedding shower and bachelorette party were Saturday.

I hate to be away from Miles at all, let alone for days but I was looking forward to seeing old friends, a chance to sleep in and to eat a meal with a 2-year-old sticking his tiny fingers into it and then hanging off of my shoulder with his sticky hands.

Michael dropped Miles off at my mom’s house in Vincennes Thursday afternoon so when I left for work Thursday morning I said goodbye. And I felt so guilty. He loves his grandma, and I knew he was going to have a great time and probably wouldn’t even notice I was gone. But the momma guilt set in.

Throughout the weekend there were phone calls with Miles, a chance to see him via FaceTime, text messages from my mom about potty successes (and a few accidents) and photos of the fun the two of them were having.

He had a great time, and I had a fun time hanging out with friends staying up way too late doing something other than work and laundry. It was a nice mini-vacation, and I was happy to help my friend celebrate her upcoming marriage.

But at the back of my head I really, really missed my little guy. I still, for no reason whatsoever, worried about him. And although I did get to have several uninterrupted and sticky fingerless meals, I found myself missing the “momma, bite please” pleas I hear incessantly through a typical meal.

That sleeping in thing, yeah right! Apparently I’ve hit that age (or my internal clock is permanently set on “mom”) that even when I was up until past 2 a.m. I couldn’t sleep in!

I arrived home around 2:30 p.m. Sunday and was greeted with a grinning toddler that I couldn’t wait to smother with kisses. He was excited to see me; we snuggled into the rocking chair to a rousing reading of Dinosaur Train before a nap.

How do you deal being away from your kids? Does it get easier? Does the guilt ever go away? Share your strategies in the comments.

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