Daddy's Girl

I left Frankie at camp on Sunday.

I have never been without her since the day we got her.

Everywhere I go and everything I do, I keep thinking I have forgotten something...

It's very strange.

Every Wednesday we show up at camp like a tornado: Frankie, Floyd and I. We tear up, mess up and stink up Cody's cabin. (Side note: The "stink up" one is all Floyd--I take no responsibility for that. He has perfected the just-out-of-the-lake-wet-dog-smell. It permeates the cabin. It's really lovely).

In any event, we stir it up from Wednesday until Sunday and then we clear out leaving Cody amidst the leftover doggie stench and heavyhearted silence. Of course, there are approximately 200 kids running around camp... but not his kid. I started to feel very bad about leaving Cody alone. Is it fair for me to keep taking his daughter from him every Sunday? Is it fair to take her away from her father? Who's to say that I'm the one who is supposed to be with Frankie all the time?

So...here I am, with Floyd Coden.

We are separated from both Daddy and daughter, and you know what? We are doing just fine. Floyd is enjoying his alone time with me and I'm happy to curl up on the couch with a little Lifetime TV when I'm done at work. (I can't even remember the last time I was on the couch, or in the family room for that matter).

I know Frankie is having a blast at camp (see photos) and she's very well cared for. Cody and Nicole (our faboo camp nanny) know the drill. I'm sure my girl is not looking for me or Floyd--as she is kept very busy and I really don't think she has any concept of time yet--but I also know she will be happy to see us when we get there. I'm very excited for tomorrow when we will likely get her now-famous "Hiieee!" (Translation: "Hi!")

In the meantime, I'm going to hang outside with Frankie's Auntie Michael and catch up on some gossip before heading out for a much anticipated girl's night. These last few days have been nice--I'm doing fine keeping busy or doing nothing, but that surely doesn't mean I don't miss my girl because one thing is for sure:

I do.