This
is always an odd time of year for me. Ava and Chet fly down to rural
Georgia to spend August with their mom, their grandma, grandpa, aunt,
uncle and cousins. I know it's important for them and I really love
the family down there and they love my kids and me, but still, after
just about two days without them I fall to pieces. I rattle around the
apartment, find myself wandering in and out of their oddly non-messy
room and call them every day on the phone.
This August,
of course, is different. I'm here in NYC with A and M. I still miss
my kids but I am also loving spending time with little M by herself.
When my kids are around they tend to hog her attention and her hugs
but now I can greedily hoard them myself. It's still hard to believe
how radically my household has changed in the course of only a few
months. This month of just the three of us will be good for us.
Before
they left Ava and Chet were very funny. I'd bought a bottle of hard
cider, 4% alcohol, for A and I for our family dinner, and Ava pulled me
aside and said she worried that I was developing a drinking problem...
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