Of course I missed my kids. I called them and emailed my mom for updates, relishing the few pictures she sent. I talked about them more than any of the childless girls there could probably tolerate. But I had a fantastic time.
You would think that going away for a long weekend with your girlfriends would insure you returned home relaxed and happy to see your teenagers. And I was initially thrilled to see my kids. I missed them a lot.