Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Isn’t it funny how we moms (and dads) cannot wait to get away from the little ones and then when we do, we miss them? Don’t get me wrong.  I did not miss them much while I was away from them. In fact, I didn’t think about them much at all except to share funny anecdotes with my bff. But once I was on the ferry back to them, I started to long to see their little faces and hear their voices. Crazy, right? I guess a mama has got to have these strong maternal feelings or we’d give in to that nagging urge to put a pillow over their faces. Or pull the car over and make them get out when we are miles from home.

Actually? Now that I think about it. We talked quite a bit about our kids. Why do we do that? I think moms are nuts. I am pretty sure dads don’t go on an over-nighter with their buddies and talk about what a narcissist their 6 year old seems to be. Or how cute the youngest one is with her flaming red hair and Julia Roberts smile. Am I right, fellas? But we moms? We bitch all the time to our friends about how the kids are driving us nuts and making us crazy. We say if we don’t get a break and soon, we’re gonna go all medieval on their little asses. Then we get the break and what do we do? Talk about our kids and show each other pictures of the kids. And text our husbands to send more pictures so we can show our friends. Nutty behavior.

Also? Going out and getting crazy means something completely different than it did before I had kids. I’m not even talking about an age thing here, because I think if I were still kidless, party would pretty much mean the same thing as it did when I was 25. But now? Well, Lisa and I were thrilled to go out to a nice meal (in the hotel restaurant, which was amazing, but chosen due to our lack of energy to travel further than a few flights down the elevator), have a couple good cocktails and head up to our room. At 10pm. Ladies, do you remember when you would start to get ready to go out at 10pm on a Friday night? Yeah, me too.

You know what made us absolutely freaking giddy? We ordered Dahlia’s famous coconut cream pie and took it up to our room. Put our jammies on, got in bed and ate it! Giggling with delight. Then guess what happened the next morning? We woke up at 6:30am! WTF? Those little shits have programmed us to wake up early whether they are there or not. At least we didn’t have to get up. We laid in bed, drank coffee and talked for a couple hours before starting the day with alcohol. Yippee. So at least one thing about partying hasn’t changed.