Part of me just wants to flood this post with pictures of our weekend because I’m exhausted from the fun. But I’d have to narrate them so that they made sense, which would really negate the point of me making a picture post, right? I mean, if I’m going to use words anyway, I might as well just go ahead and use them.
Basically, I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. That’s the short story.
Yes, yes, we had a rough day or two last week.
But once Joshua got the amoxicillin for his ear infection, we had a really great time together. The kind of time together that makes me all relaxed and cozy feeling.
Tomorrow I will wake up, drop my child off at daycare where he will be loved on by people other than me, where he will have fun with his friends and not think about me, and I will go to work. And I will do the work thing and the coach thing and the mom thing and the teacher thing and the friend thing. And I will not stop thinking about him.
I will wear all of my hats again tomorrow.
And have I ever mentioned to y’all that my head is ridiculously small and does not look good in hats of any kind? No? Well, it’s true. I do not look good in hats.
Right now though, the hat that fits me best, the hat that makes me feel most complete, is the mom hat.
But then something cool happened this week. I got back to “normal.” Back to “good.”
I got to watch my child’s language explode! I got to watch him interact with us in new and different ways! I got over my inability to sing “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes” in English because Joshua looks at me like I’m insane when I sing it in Spanish! (It doesn’t flow right in English. In Spanish, it totally flows.)
I already miss the stolen moments when he snuggles me on the couch. I already miss the need to help him figure out what it is he wants by picking him up and pointing out random items until I stumble upon the one thing he must have right that minute. I already miss his curiosity.
I already miss him.