TODAY! I’m coming home today! (Thank the lord for in-air wi-fi.)
It’s been a little over 3 days since I’ve seen and hugged my munchkins. Saturday morning seems like forever ago.
It’s good for me and it’s good for them, but leaving them does cause me to reflect. I often find myself wondering…
What did I miss?
We aren’t in the stage of anything monumental happening, but I have a feeling when I see the kids I’ll think that they’ve both grown. Miss E. might have a new word or two. Bug might be counting to a higher number. And I’ll still feel like I missed out.
There was one minor catastrophe while I was out of town. My son was playing on a trampoline and for whatever reason, just walked off of it and face met concrete. I’ve seen a picture, which believe me is a good thing. Lots of superficial cuts and scrapes and if I was not mentally prepared for what I’m going to see, I’m pretty sure I would cry. He’s totally fine and I know my husband and mom took fantastic care of him. But I still feel bad that I wasn’t there.
I know this happens. I know I won’t always be there when things go down. I know it. But I still hate it.
Guess I should just start getting over that one huh?