My triplets are at camp. Sleepaway camp. Ten minutes ago they were 3 screaming infants drinking from podee bottles. Eight minutes ago they were learning to walk, biting each other, and potty training. Six minutes ago thery were entering kindergarten, and losing their first tooth. Two minutes ago, they were still coming in my bed at night-afraid. Now they are at camp for a week. Bags packed, apply sunscreen, don't let the other campers pick on your sisters, sleepaway camp.
I was very excited to let them go. Nervous, sure, but happy to have a few days of peace and quiet. Looking forward to playing with Hadley, talking to Ian, and going out to eat without needing the banquet room. Two days in- I miss them. Really want to reach out and hear their voices miss them. I am craving knowledge of how they are feeling. I wanted the peace, but it is weird not having physical control of the children that are always by your side.
I would miss my big noisy family if I didn't have it. Who knew?
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