First Day Away

Yesterday, K- left the house for the first time since we had gotten home. She ran to Target for about an hour or two. When she got home, she mentioned how hard it was for her to be away that long. I was a little surprised, because it hadn't really bothered me that much when I went on my errands earlier that day. I might have driven a little faster, but only to get home to help K- faster.

Today, however, I started back to work after a week at home with K- and Liam and I am definitely feeling pangs. What is surprising is that I am not worried about anything happening to either of them (I am fairly sure they are safe). Instead, it is a feeling from childhood - missing out.

As a child, I would hate to go to bed. I wasn't afraid (well, except after I read Cujo. Then, I stared at the book jacket all night, fearing the dog would jump out of the pages). Instead, I didn't want to miss the best times - god forbid if someone was laughing downstairs.

Going to bed isn't a problem anymore(especially these days), but the feeling is still there. Even when now the variations in Liam's repertoire are eat, gas, other bodily functions, and sleep, I still can't wait to get home.