Okay, so my girl has been home since December 19th and since December 19th, my life has been like the weather--- wild and wooly.
If you think drama happens on the soup, I got news for you. You haven't seen drama unless you have a house-bound four year old girl, one week before Christmas with a flu. Now, factor in that both Mommy and Daddy have the same flu. Toss in an ice storm, boredom, an overload of candy canes and a small apartment with a tendency to overheat.
She was supposed to go back to school this Monday. She was ready to go back. Oh, boy, and was Mommy EVER ready for life to return to routine. BUT... Monday the school bus was canceled due to a snowstorm. Then Tuesday the school was closed due to a cold warning ... the temperature had dropped down to -40 Celsius with the wind-chill factor, dangerous conditions. There was a tempest outside and a tempest inside.
Today, we packed her up and trekked out to the bus stop. It is about -16 Celsius today, cold, I mean REALLY cold, but doable. Happily, she got on the bus. We blew each other kisses and I headed home.
I'd been looking forward to peace, quiet, a chance to clean (the place is a disaster) and do some much needed organizing.
But instead, within five minutes I AM MISSING HER.
REPEAT: I AM MISSING HER BIG TIME
The place is so quiet, it feels strange.
Is this normal? I'm supposed to be doing cartwheels, right?
No, "Mommy, come come!! I My finger is stuck in the laundry basket. Again. Waaaaaa!?" No, "Mommy, you are the worst mommy in the world. Why can't I have M and M's for breakfast? I'm never speaking to you again. I think YOU need a time out!" You get the picture.
And I am missing her voice, her laugh... she has learned how the French kiss each cheek and I have been kissed so many times I think my face has fewer lines. LOL. She smells like strawberry soap and says the funniest things, unexpectedly. I've lost $25,000 about forty times over the holidays because I didn't film her and send a tape it to America's Funniest Home Videos.
But when she is home, I am inundated with her every mood, every demand.
I should be content to have this time for myself, and I usually enjoy every second I am given to recharge.
Today, all I feel... is that I want her home, making those demands, wrapping me around her sweet little fingers.
I am cuckoo.
Oh, well... maybe I'll outgrow it as she grows? Or will it only get worse? HA!