Sunday, April 11, 2010

Stress Level: Rising.


Keith and Ivy have just left for their second annual Daddy/Daughter camping trip with our friend Tristan and his three-year-old Talia.

They are going canoeing.

On a river.

I am sure they will have a wonderful time, but they are out of mobile range until Monday night. It's only two days on the standard calendar but at least four years in terms of mother-stress.

Universe, an order:

Bring. My. People. Back.

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  1. I feel sick for you!!! They will be fine but still...

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  2. I won't even let Chris take Rosie out the front door without me! (Although she is only 5 weeks old... I may feel differently in a couple of years.) I wait with bated breath for the day he tries to get her on a surfboard...

    I'm sure your people will be fine. Are you listening Universe? Yeah... you'd better be mister.

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  3. The universe says "ok".

    But otherwise, best dad ever! Lucky, lucky girls with awesome dads. :-D

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  4. They will come back singing 'Camp Granada' maybe with some tadpoles in a jar and tales of eating beef jerky and midnight ghost stories. But they will come home.

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  5. Oh, my.

    You have way more guts than I do... I'd be gnawing my fingernails right to the knuckle.

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  6. It is a well known fact that people with (or who once owned) red polka dot gumboots are safe as houses. Style cred alone is their safety shield.

    I hope they are safely tucked up in their warm Mama/Lover made bed rightaswesepeak.

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Thanks for talking to me. I don't got cooties. Oh, except for when I got cooties.