As a parent, it's not only exhilarating but also necessary for survival to get away from your kids every now and then. Cause let's face it, as cute and as sweet as they are, they can be a giant pain in the ass. Am I right, or am I right? However, as much as I enjoy escaping them, I somehow find myself missing the little devils not too long after I'm gone. (Pathetic, I know.)
Take, for example, this past weekend when my husband and I went downtown overnight for the 40th birthday celebration of one of my best friends. I was beyond ready for some adult interaction since I'd refereed more than enough sibling wrestling matches and driven my car to the farthest ends of the earth for one summer camp or another. So I packed up my bag, traded my yoga pants for a strapless dress, and headed out in a cab to meet up with my hubby and a fabulous night of fun.
Funny enough, though, as I was digging through my suitcase at the hotel to find my other earring, a single pint-sized white sock tumbled out onto the floor. I immediately recognized it as my son's, and I felt a little pang in my heart. Here I was so anxious to get the hell out of dodge, and I turn to butter at the sight of one measly little Hanes. WTF?! But, you see, that's what happens when you love someone more than anything in this world. And when you're a mom, you always carry around a little piece of them whether you realize it or not....