A Letter

Dear Harrison, Max, and Oliver:

Why is it that whenever I have to leave for a few days and you are left in the care of your wonderful, yet childlike Daddy, you decide to turn into these perfect cherub angels?

Every Time!

I was so excited to see you yesterday that I could hardly stand it. I was daydreaming about how excited you would be to see me and how you would run to me as soon as you saw me and give me the biggest hug.

Instead what I received was a small smile and an “Oh, hey. Is it time to go already?” from you.

I have to admit, my heart frowned just a little when you couldn’t even muster up a small hug for your dear ol’ mom, and that as soon as we got into the car to go home you were already asking me, “What are we doing tonight?”

Is it completely wrong of me to think that a night of snuggles and kisses sounds like the perfect evening?

AND, to my husband, your daddy; would it be so awful for you to leave the house a little messy or make it look like you struggled just a little without me around? But no, I walk into a spotless house.

Wait, did you vacuum and do laundry too?

Come on!!! Give me a break! I’m lucky to actually fully complete a load of laundry (wash, dry, fold, & put away) in 3 days.

I know I should lower my expectations on the welcome I’m bound to get every time I leave town, but would it kill you guys to act like you missed me just a little? Or at least pretend that you finally realized how underappreciated I am and that you never knew how much your Mommy did for you and around the house.

But, until that day comes, I will smile over my sadness and force you to give me a hug even when you don’t want to. I will pretend like I didn’t hear you just say under your breathe, “Where’s Daddy?” when I see you after almost a week away.

And maybe, just maybe, the only reason you were sweet little angels while I was away was because I remembered to sit with you before I left and tell you how Daddy would need your help. That you all needed to be on your best behavior and listen and do what Daddy says to do while Mommy was away…..Sigh, a woman can dream can’t she?