Someone in our house is suffering from separation anxiety - and its not Porgie.
When Porgie was itty bitty, John would often take her to the grocery store on Sunday mornings. He did this primarily so that I could have some time to myself. I was incredibly thankful for this short reprieve from my baby. Have I mentioned that Porgie cried A LOT as an infant? Oh, and she NEVER slept.
Needless to say, I loved my hour alone on Sunday mornings. But, somewhere along the way John stopped taking her to the grocery store on Sunday mornings. Instead, we started going as a family on Saturday afternoons. Since Porgie was no longer a fussy newborn, I really didn't mind giving up my Sunday morning hour of peace.
Last week, John was out of town. He was taking a class somewhere in New York state. So, Porgie and I had to spend lots of time to together. Its not that I mind, but it can be draining - physically and emotionally.
John arrived home Friday evening. Porgie was very shy around him, only wanting to be held by mommy. After about thirty minutes, she warmed up, and was happy playing with her daddy once again. I could tell that John really missed her. All weekend long, he would look at her with googly love eyes. Wanting to spend some one-on-one time with his little girl, John decided to take Porgie to the grocery store this morning.
This is when my separation anxiety kicked in. First, I tried to convince him that we could all go later in the afternoon. Then, I ran around like an insane woman getting her diaper bag ready - just in case Porgie needed ANYTHING. Then, I held Porgie like she was going away for 3 years. I kept kissing her and making John promise to drive cautiously. As John placed Porgie into her car seat, I watched from the window with a tear in my eye. I didn't want her to leave.
I don't know where these strange feelings came from, but I find it a little disturbing. Am I going to be one of those crazy moms who never let their children venture more than two feet away? Am I going to cry on her first day of school? Am I going to encourage her to live at home until she is 35? When she finally does move out, am I going to call her 4 times per day?
I think Porgie is going to have a very annoying mama on her hands.