Today the Sugar Daddy and I are flying away for a romantic weekend in San Francisco to celebrate Chinese New Year.
We are leaving the rugrats with my mom. Poor Mom. They are going to eat her for dinner. I just know it.
I keep thinking I wish we were going longer but a) my mom would hate me, and b) I talk a big game but when it comes down to it, I just couldn't be away from my babies for very long.
It's the physicality aspect that gets me. All day I have a baby on me in some fashion. Little arms around my neck. Slobbery smooches across my face. Little bottoms on my lap. Pudgy hands around my legs as I work in the kitchen.
It's that physical contact that I start to crave. It's involuntary, like muscle memory. My lips start to need a fat cheek to kiss. My arms feel empty. I feel like a crab without a shell. Naked.
Then again, the Sugar Daddy and I haven't had a romantic
And I'll leave it at that.