Having Addie and then having her leave reminds me so much of when Chad was almost exactly her age. I think Chad was 6, almost 7, when his dad and I got a divorce. In the beginning, he would go to his dad’s every other weekend. His dad would pick him up at school on Thursday afternoon and then I’d get him back on Sunday on those weekends. I looked so forward to being able to take a shower without interruption, and being able to sew late into the night, then sleep late on Saturday morning. Friends would try to get me to go out to dinner or a movie and I would tell them I just wanted to be home alone – sewing, sleeping, reading, working in my little garden. But, the minute I walked into that empty house on Thursday evening without Chad, I wished I was anywhere but home alone. I’d go to work on Friday and by the end of the day, I was again looking forward to doing things I wanted to do but I was happy for Sunday afternoon to arrive and I’d get Chad back.
I picked Addie up on Friday and had her til Wednesday. She was wired with Christmas anticipation, sugar from the icing on the gingerbread chicken coop (she ate more icing than what went on the chicken coop) and the excitement of knowing her dad was coming home. She was counting the days and when Tuesday got here, and she knew he’d be home on Wednesday, she could hardly contain herself. I found myself almost looking forward to her going home but the minute they drove away, I missed her, and that’s when I remembered the feelings I’d have when Chad was gone to his dad’s.
Having Chad and Nicole visit often, and having Addie for a few days sure makes it easier with Vince not being here.