4 Days to Takeoff
Today we saw both ends of the runway.
About this trip to Argentina thing.
On one hand - she’s excited and happy to go
On the other ahd - she doesn’t want to leave Dad.
I am the chosen one. It’s not like she doesn’t get along with BW, but if the child could pick one parent chances are it’s me. BW is okay with that because I am the one that needs to get up and navigate breakfast/clothing choices/schoolbus timing while she feigns sleep during all the commotion.
She made “goodybye” cards for all her teachers last night and even I rated a card so she’s understanding that this is real and happening.
This morning we had a minor bit of tears with 4 minutes to go for the schoolbus:
”DAD, I don’t want to go to Argentina”, I will miss you and I love you…”
I told her that she won’t be missing much - my summer is now pizza, feed dog, uber, mow lawn. repeat. Then I told her that she’s going to have so much fun and she gets to go and learn a new language, make new friends and have an alsado every weekend with friends and family
Also, she can call me anytime she wants and I will answer and she can tell me how much fun she has and I can tell her how much I miss her but am happy she is having a good time.
The tears were short lived and we were actually early for the bus which is amazing because Dad slept in so if she missed the bus it would have totally been on me.
Tonight after school, we tickled until she begged for mercy. She found a loom kit where you’re supposed to end up with a pot holder at the end but she’s not there yet. The attention/difficulty span is not there yet.
Then we hand dinner and danced too Kelly Clarkson singing Christmas songs, of all things.
In four more sleeps there will be a lot of apprehension and fun to be had for the two of them, but once I drop them off at the airport there will definitely be no Christmas song dancing in the living room.
There might be some couch surfing in the living room to allow me to adjust to the family-free lifestyle. You know, just to close my eyes for a bit until I recover from the loss (and until the oven is pre-heated for the pizza)
4 more sleeps.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.