I shipped two of my kids off to camp on the weekend. Vincenzo left at 5AM, leaving my in bed trying to sleep, then remembering, FLOSS! WE DIDN’T PACK FLOSS! And, SOCKS? DID HE PACK ANY OF THOSE AT ALL? And, FLOSS! I SENT MY CHILD OFF WITHOUT ANY FLOSS!
Rocco left with a friend on Sunday morning and after he drove away I turned to Kevin and said with a sniff, “There goes Rocco, off to college.” That’s what it felt like, him driving away all smiles and excitement, me and Kevin standing on the front porch with our empty house behind us.
Oh, right. Leo.
So the house wasn’t entirely empty, but going from three kids down to two feels like trading in all your children for one sweet little kitty cat—especially when the one remaining child thinks he is a kitty cat.
It’s been a long time since we’ve had just one child to care for, and I had forgotten how easy parenting used to be. Look at the stats since Sunday:
Fights I have broken up: 0
Tattles I have listened to: 0
Brother-inflicted injuries I have patched up: 0
Sports practices driven to: 0
Questions I have answered 3 times in a row because only one child is capable of hearing me at a time: 0
Times I have yelled, “JUST STOP IT!”: 0
Load of laundry I have done: 1. Just one!! In three days!
Yesterday we went to Costco and we only had to listen to one child whine about it. Last night at dinner, we could actually hear ourselves chewing! This morning I sat down and ate breakfast with Leo. When’s the last time I sat down to do anything? (Bathroom matters excluded.)
I’ve given no reminders! Usually our day is full of reminders and reminders about the reminders and reminders about those reminders too, as the older two boys constantly fall into book traps. Leo isn’t reading yet, and I’m thinking we should just keep it that way as long as possible because once the boys start reading they seem to lose their hearing and I lose my mind.
I don’t want to sound heartless. Of course of course, I miss V and R. I miss V’s sweet and silly smile; I miss seeing Rocco building his empire of robots that will one day rule the world. I miss the perfect moments when all three boys are playing together like the best friends they sometimes are, and I miss the laughter times three when we watch a movie together. I miss having a crowd to cook for, I miss us all packed into my bed for nighttime read aloud, and I miss the brilliant ideas that three little boys’ minds working together come up with in a day.
But oh man, did I need a break from all that. It can be exhausting living amongst such brilliance, especially when the brilliance does not apply to cleaning up, personal hygiene, self sufficiency, and solving problems in a logical, peaceful manner.
I am going to spend the rest of this week taking full, complete breaths and petting the kitty cat.
Then, when the boys return on Sunday, I will give them a hug the size of a week and tell them how glad I am they are back.
And by then, I’ll really mean it.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Roasted wax beans