Bye-Bye, Mama!
I thought I was going to cry like the proverbial baby. I thought that the tiny, chirpy little voices saying, “Bye-bye Mama” as I closed the door behind me and traveled hundreds of miles away would set me off for sure. How could I possibly leave my babies overnight?
I thought I was going to cry like the proverbial baby. I thought that the tiny, chirpy little voices saying, “Bye-bye Mama” as I closed the door behind me and traveled hundreds of miles away would set me off for sure. How could I possibly leave my babies overnight?
But later that evening, as I sat across from their father — a person who’d been a veritable stranger during the 18 months my kids had been around — it wasn’t the angelic faces of my little twins that sprang to mind. “Uh, waiter, can I get another gin and tonic please?”
Let’s just say that my husband Scott and I hadn’t gotten out much by the time we made our first overnight trip away from the kids. Who am I kidding? We still don’t get out much and they’re two (unless you count trips to the drive-through while my son Jonah incessantly chants, “Chicken nuggets! Chicken nuggets!” to the beleaguered fast-food employees).