Friday, April 30, 2010
As you read this, I'm hanging at my friend Maryellen's beach house. I took the bus out here Thursday night; Saturday, Dave's going to drive up with the kids.
I am rarely the victim of Mommy guilt but when I said goodbye to Max, I got a gigantic pang of it. Zap!!! Right to the heart. Max doesn't quite get the concept of time, so when I kissed him a zillion times and said he wouldn't see me till Saturday, it went over his head. Sabrina seemed a little put out about my departure, but then SpongeBob SquarePants came on and she forgot all about me. I think she loves SpongeBob more, but I can't be sure.
I hate feeling like I'm putting something over on Max because he doesn't understand. On the upside, I am quite sure he's going to have the time of his life with Dave, since the last time I went away (for Blissdom), he had ice-cream several times daily, got to skip his bath and wear his favorite shirt three days in a row, and learned how to say "Read my lips: Noooooooo." Who know, maybe this time they'll even get over to Hooters.
Heads up: a reader with 18-month-old twins asked me about the Anat Baniel Method. I've heard good things about it. Have any of you tried it? What was your experience? Please share.
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 12:40 AM