My kids missed me while I was gone.
Perhaps that should make me feel guilty, but instead it made me glad.
Usually I am the chopped liver around here.
"I want Daddy!" is the repeating chorus that The Mayor and The Rooster sing most days.
I admit, I get tired of always being their second choice.
Sometimes, when K and I are in the middle of talking and the children interrupt, K diverts his attention from me in order to respond to them.
I so much prefer it when he says something like, "Wait a second, Mayor. Mommy and Daddy are talking."
When he forgets to do that I sometimes feel like his second choice too.
My brain tells me, "These three people have no need for me. I'm going to the Bahamas."
Then I pout.
(Because I am MATURE and able to achieve conflict resolution by discussing my feelings.)
Then K sees my pouty face and his face falls. He feels bad (but also rolls his eyes because I am being so mature... AGAIN) and he apologizes (AGAIN) not because he's guilty of anything, but because apologizing is simply the faster way through the pouty stage.
(I can sometimes be a little high maintenance. THERE. I said it. Are you happy now? Jeez.)
Anyway, when I got home from D.C., K told me that the kids missed me.
Apparently The Mayor repeatedly made public service announcements stating that I was "in Washington, D.C. for work" and asked when I would be home.
The Rooster cried herself to sleep both nights calling for mama. (Poor little love!)
They were both asleep when I got home so I snuck in to watch them.
The Rooster stirred, even opened her eyes. I imagine she saw me there in some deep realm of the subconscious, but she didn't awaken.
The Mayor was sweaty in his bed, perhaps dreaming of running fast.
In the morning, The Rooster insisted on eating her breakfast while sitting on my lap. She gave me hug after hug.
The Mayor asked to lay his head in my lap and was still there for much longer than normal while I stroked his hair.
When I dropped them off at daycare The Rooster cried.
During my goodbye hugs and kisses session with The Mayor he gave me a shower kissing love.
He kissed my knuckles and then kissed his way up my arm.
He turned my head to the side, moved my hair, kissed my ear and then did the other side.
He kissed my forehead and my cheeks.
Occasionally he paused to hold my face and simply look at me.
Then more kissing. My whole face. My neck.
After The Greatest Goodbye Hugs and Kisses Session of All Time, we headed for the door for our goodbye waves.
The daycare teacher had the radio on and the song "Could It Be I'm Falling In Love" by The Spinners was playing.
The Mayor and I held hands and spun around all smiles and dancing.
We kissed goodbye once more. We waved and blew kisses as I walked to the car.
I was first choice for a moment, not second, and it was nice.