To offset the mental anguish caused by my last blog photo post of the sex-ay man and his sex-ay mandals, here is a cuddly bear for you to look at. Eyes all better? Friends again? Um-kay, good!
Ethan is at Camp Grandparent for a couple of days and the silence in the house is deafening. I do not know what to do with myself. When he is home, I think my role is less of a parent, and more of a nurse/grounds supervisor/touch of zoo keeper. Usually by this time of day, there has been at least one bleeding trauma requiring minor first-aid, a fragile object has broken, and I've had to say something along the lines of "we do not dustbust the cat." If that last sentence confuses you, you are obviously the parent of a girl.
Ethan has not been keen on the sleepover thing as of late. To ensure his nighttime safety, we painstakingly packed eighty-seven stuffed animals to take along, including an almost full-sized T-Rex, ingeniously named "Rexy." After the packing was complete, I had to reassure him that in his brief absence, the cat would get fed, the goldfish would not die (and if it does, I know where to get a spot-on body double ... shh!), and that I would not eat all of his Gummi Penguins. OK, so that is a flat-out lie, the first thing I did when he left was render extinct our pantry's entire Gummi Penguin population -- my apologies to PETA. Fortunately, much like the goldfish, this particular item can be easily restocked.
Ethan has not been keen on the sleepover thing as of late. To ensure his nighttime safety, we painstakingly packed eighty-seven stuffed animals to take along, including an almost full-sized T-Rex, ingeniously named "Rexy." After the packing was complete, I had to reassure him that in his brief absence, the cat would get fed, the goldfish would not die (and if it does, I know where to get a spot-on body double ... shh!), and that I would not eat all of his Gummi Penguins. OK, so that is a flat-out lie, the first thing I did when he left was render extinct our pantry's entire Gummi Penguin population -- my apologies to PETA. Fortunately, much like the goldfish, this particular item can be easily restocked.
As expected, I got the "I'm sooo homesick! I miss you. Can you come get me?" call last night from Pennsylvania. I told Ethan I missed him too, but that he would be home tomorrow night, and that I loved him. I left out the part about how I had a lychee martini -- or three -- to finish, and therefore should not be driving anywhere.
His reply, "I love you MORE, Mommy."
Heart breaks in a million pieces.
Remind me of this moment when he is thirteen and accuses me of RUINING HIS LIFE!!! because I won't allow him to get a nose piercing with a chain that links to the piercing in his ear and then asks to be dropped off at the mall, half a mile from the entrance.
5 comments:
smiling... I can only imagine how lost you may have left without the little man around; not to mention confused on which hat you should be wearing. Hopefully it did not take to long to find the "I may be wife, I may be mother - BUT I am also ME!!" hat...
The Martini sounds yummy... I think you should frame this post and when the day comes when he is saying he "doesn't need" mommy.. you can hang it on his bedroom door ... minus th eMartini part of course -- creative editing..LOL... enjoy your evening .. hugs..HHL
xoxoxo
Hope the reuniting was wonderful!
xoxoxo
Hope the reunion is wonderful!!!
First, thank you for refreshing my burned-out eyeballs with the teddy bear -- much appreciated after the previous post!
Second, I hope you made it through the time to yourself and feel refreshed and recharged.
They sure know how to get to you don't they? The last trip I took I had a dream that the dude was sleeping next to me very night. We're always gonna miss our babies right?
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