Addie and I had the hardest time of it once I got back. After the initial reunion honeymoon (which was awesome, I have to admit), she was super-cranky and throwing big tantrums. She didn't want to answer my questions, or tell me she loved me, or listen to anything I had to say. I was mama non grata around here, for the last week or two.
But then, little moment of grace: we went to Nancy's birthday party on Sunday night (which she hilariously described as "something modest" in her email invitation but which ended up being an awesome oreo-dipping, pizza-eating, drag-dancing party). There was not just one huge plastic bin or dress-up clothes but two. There was dancing, ribald drizzling of frosting, and just general merriment.
Can you imagine what Addie must have thought? "Grown-up parties are like this? With oreos and dress-up?" We will never be able to leave her at home with a babysitter again.
And now she and I seem to be back on track, friends again, my sweetie-pie and me. We bonded over drag.
My kind of family values. :)