I left the boys at their grandparents’ house and drove back to Raleigh yesterday. I always have mixed emotions when they stay there without me. I feel guilty for leaving them, anxious for them to behave appropriately every.single.minute, worried that the grownups will have the strength to care for Travis for an extended period of time, and concerned that twenty years from now one of them will be on a therapy couch telling their counselor about their abandonment issues.
Or maybe I should be the one on the therapy couch.
ANYWAY, the point of this story is to say that I didn’t realize until I pulled into my driveway four hours later that I had not turned the radio on the entire drive and, other than a couple of phone calls, had enjoyed four hours of complete and utter silence.
I got home a little before six, jumped in the shower and threw on some going out clothes and met Heather at the hospital where we went to welcome our friend Rebecca’s freshly hatched baby to the world.
Isn’t she beautiful? I had fun holding her and listening to those sweet little baby sighs, and then Heather had to pry her out of my arms I returned her before the urge to sneak her out of the hospital got too strong.
And then Mr. CPQ and I went out to eat a lovely meal at a grown-up restaurant with cloth napkins and I remembered why I was done having babies.
Have a nice day.