I was raised Jewish, but my fiancee Liz's family is Catholic and so we all celebrate Christmas together at her parents' house, which is about an hour and a half ride by train. Since we adopted the boys, Liz has visited her parents a few times and stayed overnight, but I always stayed home to keep on eye on them.
Because last night was Christmas eve, Liz really wanted me to stay over at her parents' house and wake up and open the presents with everyone on Christmas morning. This is something we do every year, but this year I didn't want to stay overnight, because I was worried about the boys. I agreed to stay overnight if Liz would take me to the train immediately after we opened presents so I could rush home and check on the boys.
I left the house around 5:30 pm last night and for the next 17 hours and 45 minutes, I had a great time but I kept worrying about the boys. Were they feeling lonely? Were they going to be messed up by getting their evening feeding early and their morning feeding late. Were they going to wolf down the dry food I left out for them and vomit? Would they get bored and chew an electrical cord?
Perhaps my greatest fear was the most selfish. I was afraid that the boys would forget about me and treat me like a stranger when I got home.
When my train finally arrived at Penn Station at 11:00 am, I walked briskly up the escaltor, hailed a cab and headed for home. When the cab let me off, I ran across the street to my apartment building, almost getting hit by at least one car. When I finally got home, I opened the door to see something like this:
The boys were curled up in their favorite perches, Arthur on top of my laser printer and Beowulf by the window. Since I've gotten home they have shown some interest in me, but not as much as I would like. They have eaten their food and become extremely rambunctious, wrestling with each other and batting at the dangling mouse and dangling ball toys I offered them.
Are they mad at me? Did they forget about me? I don't think they forgot about me, but they aren't in an affectionate mood right now. It's hard to see if that's because they're miffed at me or if they're just too rambunctious to be affectionate. Right now, I'm just glad they're ok, but I do feel guilty for leaving them alone.