My tears are salting the deli pretzel I am eating to hide my feelings. It would be better if it was raining, but I am sitting in the bathroom with the shower going to hide. I'm torn between being thrilled and being terrified. No one informed me this ride called motherhood was this emotionally exhausting. I want a refund.
Today is a huge day in the life of the Waltons...we left Martin home
alone. As we were shepherding the flock to the vehicle to run to the
store, Martin mentioned casually that he didn't want to go really. A
simple statement. Nothing but a general statement that he was
disinterested in going to town period.
logic 101. Well as good a time as any to try this out. We'll only be
gone for forty five minutes. Will he be scared? Oh well I'll ask him and
see. What are the chances he actually wants to? Zero to slim. So no
harm no foul. I'll look like benevolent mommy, and he won't have to
admit he still needs me. Perfect plan, right? Since I've already stated
he stayed home alone you know it wasn't.
walked out of his room, and Honeybear walked out of our room, I met
them in the middle and smiling asked if he wanted to stay at home.
Honeybear gave me a look of disbelief but looked at our firstborn too.
At first Martin thought I was kidding but then he realized I was
serious. There was a clear twinkle in his eyes when he confirmed that
would be epic.
We went over the rules that every
child needs and told him to lock the door behind us. A block from the
house I called my mom. Check on Martin in thirty minutes he's home
alone. "Are you freaking out?" What? Why would I be freaking out? I just
left my first born to be kidnapped, burned alived, or attacked by a
minotaur. Who knows what happens when you leave a child home alone? Oh
wait, my parents did it and I survived. Still the idea of highway men or
a serial killer ran through my head. Maybe even a rampaging
tyrannosaurs rex. (You never know when a time traveling worm hole will
When we hit about five miles away I called
him....no answer. TURN THE CAR AROUND HE'S BEING MURDERED!!!! Five
seconds later he calls back. Sorry fumbled the phone. DON'T EVER DO THAT
AGAIN!!! Now are you okay? Yes, bye. We can come back? No, bye? So
everything is okay? Yes mom. So good bye. Alright goodbye.
After we rush through the store and forget the hamburger buns.
(Really Honeybear, you act like you're on fire.) As we head out to the
car mom calls... laughing. She called him and he was very proud he was
home alone. Oh great, he's going to be packing his bags and moving out
by the time we get home. On the way back, I start to breath its been
less than thirty minutes. How much could go wrong? That's when
Honeybear tells me I need to let go of the phone before I crush it.
We got home and the house was still standing. Martin was thrilled and I
am still breathing so I guess no one died and it was the first of the
boxes packed ,metaphorically speaking, before they all fly the nest. In the mean time I hope they don't make me pull out my feathers to much....