Separation anxiety is a terrible thing. Poor little creatures fighting feelings of abandonment and loneliness, distraught with fear over the possibility that mama might not return.

Kids?! Who the hell is talking about the kids?! I’m talking about me! Yes, darlings, little old me!  You expected an educational post about dealing with toddler issues, didn’t you? No such luck here! You get to forage over the bemoanings of a Grandma-spoiled almost-forty year old whose own mama just so happens to be ON VACATION! IN SUNNY FLORIDA! FOR! TEN! DAYS!  

Since we’ve had to let the nanny/housekeeper go (I never did explain that, did I? No point in explaining now) my Mama has been my salvation. Not that she wasn’t a savior when we did have the nanny, or way before we were ever blessed in the babysitting regard, but during the last six months I have come to depend on her way too much. Frequent, free and fantastic sitting; lunch and dinner invites; last minute “I’ve got a terrible migraine” back up support. Yes, my Mama does it all, maybe more for the kids than for me, but she does it and I appreciate it.

I do my best not to take her for granted, showering her with endless “thank yous” and declarations of my undying gratitude, while carefully negotiating my requests for (okay, desperate calls for) help. Usually, I don’t even have to ask; she offers. Do I have the best Mama in the world, or what?

Mom, I love you and I miss you… and I know it, you’ll miss us too while you’re gone. Come home! … But enjoy your much deserved and needed vacation first.