33.3km separate me from the kids today. That, in and of itself, is not unusual. I go to work, they do their thing, and so it goes. Our little family has been spoiled of late as Jay hasn’t been on the road as much, my schedule has allowed for some flexibility and Ann is always in the background with a helping hand.
But today, as I dropped the boys off at school and Anja at daycare, it really hit me that once I head South on Highway 99, they are on their own in this little village until I come back at 5pm. Jay’s fall travel schedule has kicked in, Ann’s back at school. I’m 33.3 kms away.
The kids were fine as I waved goodbye and watched their little selves walk away. Nothing different in their worlds, really. Friends, puddles, activities… I, on the other hand, got hit with an overwhelming wave of separation anxiety that I just can’t seem to shake. I mean, what if they forget about their after school activity and stand in the school parking lot waiting for me for hours? What if the road gets closed? What if, what if, what if…
Surely, this too shall pass. I damn well hope so, otherwise it’s going to be a very long winter.