As you read this, I'm hanging at my friend Maryellen's beach house. I took the bus out here Thursday night; Saturday, Dave's going to drive up with the kids.
I am rarely the victim of Mommy guilt but when I said goodbye to Max, I got a gigantic pang of it. Zap!!! Right to the heart. Max doesn't quite get the concept of time, so when I kissed him a zillion times and said he wouldn't see me till Saturday, it went over his head. Sabrina seemed a little put out about my departure, but then SpongeBob SquarePants came on and she forgot all about me. I think she loves SpongeBob more, but I can't be sure.
I hate feeling like I'm putting something over on Max because he doesn't understand. On the upside, I am quite sure he's going to have the time of his life with Dave, since the last time I went away (for Blissdom), he had ice-cream several times daily, got to skip his bath and wear his favorite shirt three days in a row, and learned how to say "Read my lips: Noooooooo." Who know, maybe this time they'll even get over to Hooters.
Heads up: a reader with 18-month-old twins asked me about the Anat Baniel Method. I've heard good things about it. Have any of you tried it? What was your experience? Please share.
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