Separated from my boys
I’m going to a music conference this weekend. It starts tonight (Thursday) and finishes late Saturday night. It will be the longest time I have spent away from my kids since they were born.
Ever since he was a baby, Ethan has had numerous “sleepovers” at Nana & Grandad’s, but only for one night each time. Except once, when Rob and I went away for a weekend. That was for 2 nights. When Tyler was born I only spent 2 nights in hospital, and Ethan came to visit twice anyway. Recently, both kids stayed over at my parents’ place for one night. That was Tyler’s first “sleepover”. They’re doing it again next weekend (its our wedding anniversary), but again only for one night.
This time, I won’t see my kids for more than 3 days. The conference starts tonight, but I had to say goodbye last night because I leave for work at 6.30am when the boys are still asleep, and I’ll be leaving for the conference at 4.30pm while they are still at preschool. I’ll get home around midnight on Saturday, but obviously I won’t see them until Sunday morning.
So Wednesday night until Sunday morning – that’s a long time!
Ethan was upset when I said goodbye and told him I was going away for a couple of days. I had to bribe him with promises of the things Daddy would do with them while I was gone (and then tell Rob afterwards so he would make sure to follow through). Tonight they’re having Wendy’s for dinner. You know, bribery with chicken nuggets has worked with Ethan since he was old enough to eat them! I guess they are his currency :)
Of course I am not at all worried about Rob’s ability to look after the kids by himself for 3 days. He’ll be fine. He’s such a hands-on father, I know he is not fazed at all by the prospect. I am worried about my kids missing me. Most people have been saying “oh, they’ll have such a great time, they won’t even miss you” but I don’t think that’s true. My kids love me, and they ask for me when I’m not there. Tyler often calls out for me in the mornings, even though I’ve left for work already. When they wake up in the night, they usually call for mummy.
Whether or not my kids will miss me is beside the point, anyway. I’m going to miss them, I know that for a fact!