A Mommy Story

I was caught totally unaware that it was De-lurking Week. This is the week for all of you who read this, but don’t normally chime in to say hi and let me know you exist. If I had as many comments as I do visitors, I’d have over a hundred comments a day.

I’m not asking for anything too crazy – if you’re shy, a simple hello works fine. If you want to tell me a little more about yourself, go for it. And if you want to tell me what you’d like to see me write about, I’d be happy for the suggestions. See? All friendly and happy and non-threatening.

Tomorrow I’m going out of town for the weekend. Without Cordelia. I can’t decide if I want to cheer or cry. It’s a long weekend of sleeping in, going to the bathroom without an audience, eating meals without sharing, and shopping leisurely. But it’s also a weekend without that smiling face, those playful curls, that warm little body sitting on my lap, and the constant exclamations of “Hi, mommy!” She would come with me, but we all remember how traveling to Chicago went last year.

So I will be leaving her at home, and hoping that she will manage without me and won’t miss me too much. And while I will revel in sleeping past 6:30am each morning, I will still be calling at least twice a day to talk to her on the phone.