Two weeks ago, I flew to San Diego for a family wedding. I went by myself, because I didn't want to pull the boys out of school. I was a little concerned about how SJ was going to be when I was gone. I do so many things for him and I didn't know if my leaving would throw off his schedule. I told all of his teachers that I would be gone just in case he was acting out of character.
I know my husband was going to be capable of handling the boys, but I knew he wouldn't do things exactly like me. (Like SJ's sandwiches, I always make them with a sandwich cutter and I knew my husband wouldn't do that.) I left him a schedule of all of their daily activities, days they were buying or packing and after school schedule.
The night before I left, I thought SJ was going to be upset that I was going. However, he was surprisingly okay with it. "Mommy is leaving tomorrow morning early. Be good for Daddy," I told him. "Okay, Mom. Have fun," he said. So much for being upset. Bob had a surprising reaction as well. He was very upset that I was leaving and had trouble falling to sleep. Sometimes kids are odd. Just when you think you have them figured out they throw you a curve ball.
The boys were both asleep when I was to leave. I gave them a kiss on the forehead and left for the airport. I kept in touch with them daily. That is one of the great things about modern technology. I was able to Facetime with them. (It was not the same as being there, but it makes the distance seem not so distant.) I got to talk to them about their day and I told about all the fun things I was doing in California.
My husband did great as a temporary stay-at-home dad. (Not that I was worried!) The boys got to do lots of fun things with their dad. They went out to eat a few times and saw Hotel Transylvania. He got Bob to his practices and SJ to his speech therapy. And even though he did some things differently than I would, I am glad that they had this time to bond together.
The day that I traveled back was not so much fun for me. My parents aren't great travelers and they were wearing on my nerves a bit. My dad's legs don't work as well as they used to, so I had to endure a lot of complaining when we had our layover flight. His complaining then caused my mom to be on edge, which caused me to be aggravated.
When we arrived at our home airport, I just wanted to get our luggage and get home to my boys and husband. As we went down the escalator, we turned towards the baggage claim. All of a sudden, my boys called out my name and ran over to hug me. I then saw my husband and I was so happy. I was supposed to drive home with my parents, but my husband decided to surprise me. Boy was I surprised! I was elated to see them. The boys really seemed to miss me, which also warmed my heart.
We got our bags and said goodbye to my parents. As we were walking to our car, the boys were chatting away to me about what they did with my husband. I was listening to them and thinking how nice it was to be home. California was great, but nothing feels nicer than to be home!
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