May 4, 2007 - 11:37 pm
The sheer necessity of mommy time-out notwithstanding, it takes considerably more intestinal fortitude to walk away from your sweet darlings and board a plane for three days for the first time, than to say “fuck” in a bar during a three hour break from your kids. I practically mewed in sorrow when my kittens waved goodbye. It didn’t help that I could see little baby pudding mouthing and crying ‘mama mama mama.’
Once at the terminal, safely ensconced in the secure portable filled to the rim with young rowdy Canadians on their way to Vegas, I was immediately approached by a small person (around 2) who grabbed my book and said something incomprehensible in waddler language (’bad ladies bad ladies bad ladies, rule!; or something).
Now it’s clear blue and a less than full flight to Atlanta…. And I’m waiting for the turbulence to die down so I can order a celebratory glass of wine and dream of the fun we’ll have this weekend.
I’m tied and free… a mommy bird soaring away from the nest with a great yawp and tweet, all the while looking back hoping all the chickies have enough food and warmth to get them through until Monday.
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When I had a break from my son, the only song running through my head was, “Freebird.” And I didn’t even know all the lyrics!
Enjoy your little break and drink a glass (or two) for me.
May 5th, 2007 at May 5, 2007 - 3:25 amrowdy canadians? isn’t that a contradiction in terms?
Suck back some sangria for me!
May 5th, 2007 at May 5, 2007 - 2:53 pmFrom the pics I just saw, looks like you’re having a great time. Love your hairstyle!
I cannot wait to travel alone this summer, but I know saying good bye will be difficult. Then I’ll scream YAHOO! I’m FREEEEEEEEE and all will be fine.
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