So, I must travel for business next week, a thankfully rare occurrence that nevertheless sends all three of us Vaneches into a bit of a tizzy.
Already, I’m starting the lists of chores, appointments, errands, etc., to be completed in my absence.
(The first time I did this last year, I got frantic emails demanding to know how to put sheets on our bed.)
At least this time Basil doesn’t have to juggle all the “mom” tasks while also punching a time clock.
I mentioned the trip to Catherine Friday night, but with all the weekend’s activity and excitement, the news seems to have taken a few days to sink in.
Today when she got home from school, she asked when I was leaving and how long I’d be gone. She promised to wait up for me a week from Friday when I am scheduled to get in late.
And then she said: “I’m going to miss you. …
“You’re leaving me with Dad.”