Wow, how’d a whole week go by?
August 14th was our nine year anniversary, so this time last week Bear and I dropped the Rookie off with Grandma and Grandpa and spent a night just the two of us in a hotel next to Disneyland. It was wonderful. We went to Downtown Disney and leisurely shopped, we ate at a very fancy Spanish restaurant where we had a table on the balcony with a perfect view of the fireworks, and best of all, I actually got a full night’s sleep for the first time in six months.
But by the next morning I couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. I was shaking from baby withdrawal. These mother emotions are powerful things. We’re always trying to get them to be more independant – “just have some tummy time while I do these dishes.” “Please, it’s time to go to sleep already.” – and then when they show those baby steps toward independance I just want to snap him up and hold him close and never let him grow up. He had a great visit with the grandfolks. He played in the bath, he played games with singing grandma, and he got snuggled to bits. Yet when I called to check in on him, I got the biggest smile of the night just by hearing my voice. It’s a pretty amazing thing, being the person he loves most.
Since we got back into town I’ve been struggling to catch up. My house is in shambles, there are drifts of laundry strewn throughout the house, I still haven’t managed to make it to the grocery store, and I’m trying to hurry up and finish a couple projects before I’m tortured to death by the projects burning holes in my head waiting to be started. I have mountains of emails to return, but I don’t get much time every day with two hands free, so that keeps getting pushed off in favor of blogging because, even though I may have to type this one handed, at least there’s only one of those to worry about. It’s such a harsh tradeoff. I desperately needed that break, and yet that break makes things even harder when you get home.