I'm trying to be "cool mom," but I'm sending my boys to Chicago tomorrow and I'm a little undone about it. Jay decided that he wanted to take Joshua for a weekend in Chicago, just for fun. And I'm sure that Joshua will have a great time. But I've only ever spent one night away from him. It was the night that I was in the hospital after having Clare, and even then I only went 24 hours without seeing him.
I'll admit, every time I think about him going away, I get a little weepy. Seriously. For the last three years I haven't spent more than 24 hours without him. You get pretty attached to someone when you spend that much time with them.
Then there's the fact that I'm going to have to feed Clare and I. I'm pretty good at cooking for four. But 1 1/2? Really? Fortunately for us, Jay is a dream and is making us three mornings worth of hard-boiled eggs and breakfast breads before he leaves. I guess we'll scrounge something up for dinner and survive.
But I'm going to miss my sweet baby boy. Lots.