And now that it's all over, I realize that it wasn't that bad and it was only one day. But still, it's not something I want to do again anytime soon.
So what exactly was this huge pink elephant that I didn't want to talk about? My oldest son, Nick.
Yesterday was a major religious holiday in our small town. Every year, the Thursday before Ash Wednesday, the entire town closes down to accompany El Señor del Encino back to his home in the neighboring ranch community of "Los Ocotes".
With schools and businesses being closed for the day, my brother-in-law decided to take his family to Guadalajara. And he invited Nick to go along with them.
It's not the first time he's invited Nick, except Nick's never been able to go because he's either had school or was sick. But yesterday, he had the day off.
I trust my brother-in-law and his wife completely. I know they love Nick and that they would always take care of him. And Nick and his cousins get along extremely well. And it wouldn't be the first time that Nick has slept at their place. BUT...it would be the first time that he's slept in Guadalajara, a big city a couple of hours and miles and miles away from home.
During the day, I was fine. I was happy that Nick had the opportunity to experience all sorts of things that we don't have in our small town, like going to the mall and eating at McDonald's.
But sometime in the late afternoon, Jack asked when his brother was coming home. Sigh! That's when it hit me. Nick wouldn't be returning until the next day. How could I have let my little boy go to the big city to spend the night without me or Hubby there to watch him? Of course, I wanted to place all of the blame on Hubby, "Why did you let your brother take my little boy?" But I knew that I was just as much to blame as Hubby.
Suddenly, everything reminded me of my little boy. The kiddies watched Nick's favorite TV shows, they snacked on his favorite foods and then we found a tiny little frog in our kitchen, that I knew Nick would have loved.
As the night progressed, the more I worried. What if he gets sick? I packed his inhaler, but what if he lost it? What if he misses me so much that he can't sleep? What if wakes up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare and needs someone to talk to? Most of these things have never happened at home. But what if they did happen while he was in Guadalajara?
I'm his mommy. I supposed to worry. It was the third night of his entire life that he's spent away from home. The first being when he stayed with my sister-in-law while I gave birth to Ashley. The second at a sleepover with his cousins and now his first night in the city.
When I finished yesterday's blog post, I decided it would be best if I went to sleep right away, so it could be Friday already, which meant that Nick would soon be home. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get much sleep, but I had to try.
Much to my surprise, I woke up at 6:30 and no longer felt worried. I was happy that my little boy would soon be home.
At a quarter to 8, Nick knocked on the door, and I knew that once again all was right in my world.