I'm having a moment... see that cute little smiling face on the left? That's Dear Daughter... it's Spring Break (woo hoo!) and she's spending the week with her awesome Aunt Kim and her cousins at "Camp Aunt Kim". Today they are at the Texas State Capital celebrating the 100th anniversary of Girl Scouting. She and her aunt are kindred Girl Scout spirits, and they were beyond excited for this little adventure. This is the first glimpse I've had since she left yesterday, and I won't get my hands on that cuteness again until Sunday. SUNDAY people. That's an entire week without my little mini-me, my partner in crime, my joyful little ball of energy and hilarity.
Here's the deal... I have prided myself on raising independent, self-confident children. Mine were the toddlers who skipped happily into Mother's Day Out without so much as a glance over their shoulder. I pitied the moms with the clingy, screaming psycho-separation anxiety kids. Now it has backfired on me and I am the one with psycho-separation anxiety... they go, and they WANT to go, and they smile back at me from photos I'm not in, from adventures I only maybe share virtually (Sweet Son is anti-facebook, so I don't even get that little luxury when he's gone). This is our goal as parents... I know, this is what we are supposed to do... raise them to be self sufficient, happy and well adjusted. I'm good with that most of the time... except when I get no sleepy, squishy cheeked kisses first thing in the morning for an ENTIRE WEEK. Ok, I will stop my pouting shortly now. Back to your regularly scheduled Monday...
