Eva is a lucky, lucky, lucky little girl and was able to spend 5 whole days at my sissy’s house all by herself. I haven’t spent that much time away from my baby since she was born and I felt the anxiety of her departure pinning me down like there was a boulder on my chest.
Eva had no such feelings.
Eva was so excited to go that I couldn’t get her suitcase packed fast enough. With a cheery, “Bye-bye, Mama!” she was off.
The house was still and quiet and I felt out of place. I thought about being productive with my new-found stillness and quietness but that was a fleeting moment. Instead, I did something I never do, something I normally despise doing, something rather unthinkable on a mid-morning Wednesday – I took a nap.
It was odd. It was refreshing. It was just what my poor’ol bones needed.
I thought over the next 5 days that I would ache with emptiness. I thought Eva would miss me terribly and cry herself to sleep at night. There was no aching or crying-ourselves-to-sleep. There was only happiness.
Turns out my sissy’s house is much more awesome than mine.
I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It’s not like going to the lake everyday and having your sandwiches cut into shapes is that cool. I mean, come on. Getting to eat your aunt’s famously delicious cinnamon toast for breakfast, going to the car wash, watching movies, reading every book in the toy closet, and slicing bananas with your own mini-slicer is a bore. Who really wants to drink out of a tiny A&W mug and use a tiny spoon that used to belong to a squirrel named Ralph? And what fun is there in calling your uncle “Captain Graybeard” and he calling you “Sailor” all week? Sounds kind of dull.
Yup. I don’t understand why she keeps talking about her trip to Idaho. Some people must really like lame trips.
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