I did a lot better than I thought I would. The 56 hours were not so bad. We had a really, really great time and most of the enjoyable things we did would not have been possible with a toddler in tow. That five course meal? Two courses. The graduation ceremony? Yeah right. Sleeping until 9:30? Funny stuff. Watching season three of The O.C. with my sister until all hours of the night? Well, maybe.
I did miss my little boy though. My eyes scouted every room for a baby to admire. I'm sure a lot of moms thought I was staring. And I was. I imagined myself helping the moms on the airplane who had their babies with them. And then I asked myself why I would want to take on that burden when that is the number one reason why I didn't bring The Monkey. To help the other babies would mean betraying The Monkey. So I enjoyed my Newsweek and People Magazines. Yes, I fell off the wagon and got a People. But please remember that after it ate holes in my brain I filled them back in with Newsweek.
We went to my sister's graduation dinner with all 6 of the girls in her program and their families. There was one young man there who leaned over the table and began to ask my mom some questions. I unfortunately misunderstood them to be confrontational questions. (FYI, if you ever have a confrontational question about my mom, please don't ask me or ask it in front of me. Thanks!) So I started looking for the exits and wondering how I could escape this very uncomfortable situation. Rather than make a scene, I flipped open my camera phone and scrolled through pictures of my baby. And I may have kissed the screen a couple of times.
We had a great reunion in the airport. Jackson came in his pajamas and there is just nothing sweeter to me. On the way home he and Curtis demonstrated his new ability to mimic a sneeze. He even does the head motion! It's so funny. We put him to bed and he woke up at about 11:00 p.m. crying his eyes out. I think he just wanted to know if I was really home or if he'd dreamed it. Mommy is home, my love! Mommy is home.