I made it all the way up until I saw the truck pull out of the driveway and zoom down the road.
Then a tear.
I played "Designer’s World". I played with Play-dough. I ate breakfast–Cocoa-Krispies! Surely that would be enough to keep any normal person in a good mood.
But sure enough, 2 and a half hours after Cheyenne left this morning, I had my customary break-down. Tears, running mascara, snotty nose…handfuls of hair.
Just kidding about the handfuls of hair.
So far, Mia has been able to blissfully ignore me by setting up a Weeble Village in the living room. I carried on for about 5 minutes in the closet, blew my nose, and came back out. "Mommy’s happy!" she shouted.
Now the worrying will set in–"Gee, he left in an awful hurry. I hope he’s not speeding the entire way there. And the weather? It’s supposed to rain…maybe even snow! What if they slide off road and are trapped for a week in a snowy ravine? I didn’t even pack the kid a cooler! What kind of mother am I?"
Seriously, I didn’t even pack her a measly little PBJ. No bottled water, no baby cokes. What was I thinking this morning? I even forgot to send the blanket I laid out for her to sleep with in the car. And wait, Cheyenne! Did you remember to go to the bathroom? You know, you may want to stop somewhere and let her go again…she usually needs a lot time in the morning if you know what I mean. Don’t let her get too filled up on greasy drive-thru food–it does a number on her stomach after a while. And, please–hold the music featuring adult themes and language. She’s got a wonderful selection of teeny-bopper CD’s. "High School Musical" is a current favorite–you’ll love it. Which reminds me–no scary movies. No rated R, or even PG-13, really. She’s young and impressionable. In fact, since you don’t get that much time together, how about no movies at all? Use this time to talk. And don’t fill her head with dumb ideas and close-minded opinions. You do most of the listening. Ask her about her poems, see if she’ll play a song on her flute. Did you know she made first chair? Oh, man. I should’ve remembered to send her ball and glove. That might be something fun to do. But then, it might be too cold. Crap! I forgot to pack her scarf and mittens! Pick some up for her–and don’t let her outside without them, and she will try to sneak out naked-handed.
Let her call me. I gave her a calling card with 2 million minutes on it. That ought to do it. If she needs to, she can call us collect. Mia’s gonna wonder where she is–she’s going to want to talk to her sister. The dogs–will they understand? How am I going to explain this to them?
And how are we going to do this Christmas without Cheyenne? You know, you’ve totally wrecked our cozy little routine.
I hope Cheyenne has a fabulous time. Take care of her. And I know you have to make up time, but please–keep the speeding down.