Crickets.
That’s all I hear.
Well, that’s what I would hear if there were crickets in my house.
But there aren’t any (thank goodness); instead, only the sounds of Charlie the Bunny, munching on carrots, and the fish tanks, water gurgling and sputtering, fill my ears.
Wait?
What about the sound of little feet skipping along the wood floor . . .
The sound of a squeaky little voice calling over the monitor, “Woo hoo! Mommy? Wer’ ARRRRR YOU?” . . .
The sound of a slightly off-key song being sung to the myriad of baby dolls piled up on the couch . . .
Where are THESE sounds?
They’re gone.
The Little Lady is on vacation . . . .with her grandparents. For an entire week!
This means that MOMMY is on a vacation!
We had everything. There wasn’t a single thing missing.
Except for our Little Lady.
The 5 hour trip home was (for lack of a better description) just plain WEIRD! We talked without interruption and listed to (REAL) adult music. Not once did I have to turn into a contortionist to retrieve a fallen book, pacifier, sippy cup, baby doll, or crayon.
It was our first childless drive in two years.
(well, semi-childless since the baby insisted on making his presence known the whole trip — thank you very much, little guy, for the kicks, jabs, head rolls, and braxton hicks contractions. It was soooo much fun.)
The silence is nice.
Sleeping in is a very good thing.
Going to the bathroom alone is wonderful. . . really, really wonderful.
But, I must admit, I found myself feeling lonely today. I even cried when I called to check on her. She excitedly yelled, “Mommy,” and then, in her little girl gibberish, told me about her day.
And, I missed her.
I missed her hugs, her mischievous grins, her varied expressions and moods.
I even missed her trying to drink out of MY big girl cups (although, I didn’t miss cleaning up the inevitable messes from that activity).
I miss my Little Lady, and it’s going to be a very, very, very long week.
