When Mama Goes Away
Sunday, September 28th, 2008I’ve got an exciting week ahead of me. On Tuesday night I’m heading out for a 24 hour stay in NYC for a Mabel show. I love getting to that city because I went to grad school at NYU and it gives me the chance to pretend I’m leading that life again - even if only for 24 hours. Next bit of excitement comes on Saturday when I head out for a speaking gig at the International Camping Conference in Quebec City. Because I’m going to also help out Kim (our resident “Camp Mabel” program guru) it will be a longer stay - a whopping 36 hours.
I look forward to staying in a hotel room and having uninterrupted sleep. But this does not come without some major drawbacks.
The first issue is that I spend the entire time away obsessing over how the kids are doing and how daddy-o and caregivers are managing them all. I wonder if I’ve left enough detail on my three-page instruction list on the fridge. I contemplate whether the caregivers will have the instincts to know what to do if thrown a curve ball. I worry that the kids are waking up in the night crying for mama. I generally phone home three times in any 24 hour absence period. It’s a bit overboard, but it puts my mind at rest and allows me to focus on the work I need to be doing.
Last week daddy-o was away for six days. He phoned home once during that time period. Let’s compare our phoning home habits: I call once every five hours; he calls once every 144 hours. How is that for a stark contrast? Admittedly, he was virtually working around the clock, but I’ve worked those kinds of days and if I find time to go to the bathroom, I find time to check on how things are going on the home front.
It must be a real luxury to be away and not have a mama brain that nags you with irrational questions that you can do nothing about anyway: did the baby sleep through the night? Did the six-year-old eat the lunch that someone else packed for her? Did my son get picked up for his social group? Did daddy-o remember to look in their school agendas? Will they know where I put the rain boots if it’s a wet day? The list goes on and on….
The second drawback involves the amount of preparation involved in being away. I’ve had to re-arrange three car pools for my big 24 hour trip to NYC, and that is just scraping the surface of the organising that had to be done.
I remember when I was preparing to go into hospital to have my most recent baby. I was going to be out of commission for five or six days because it was my fifth c-section. I wrote out a very detailed list and highlighted which grown-up was responsible for what task. When I counted up the number of helpful family, friends and neighbours involved, the final head count was 17. There were exactly 17 names on that list and each received an e-mail outlining their assigned duties.
That list confirmed what we have all suspected and now know to be true: it takes 17 regular people to do the job of one mother!
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