I bitched long and hard about needed time away from my family. A couple days later I bitched about all the fun they have without me when I’m gone. But underneath all that bitching, part of me was really hoping that my family would fall apart without me.
Maybe BooBoo would cry himself to sleep without his bedtime snuggles from mommy. Maybe Boy Wonder would sulk silently in his room and draw a picture of my face from memory. Maybe my husband would call and ask where I keep the spatula. Something. Anything. But there was nothing.
Nothing! For four days, there was nothing…[read more]