It's been about 5 months since I last posted. Yeah, she says, calculating the math of being a full-time parent, a full-time professional, and a full-time party girl in her head, that's about right.
Man, it's been a crappy week in so many ways. Without going into the sordid & boring details, let me just assure you that the sads are happening big time here in Greenwood. Blech & boo all over the place.
Day 3 of this crappy week is coming to a close, and I have to pick Boo up from daycare. When I arrive, our nanny informs me that he is cranky & crab-tastic. Awesome. Just the joyous news I was hoping to hear. I scoop him up and run for the door, hoping we can make it home before the true Boo-Beast emerges from his evening cave.
He seems okay though. He's bopping around and rockin' & rollin'. He enjoys a delicious and nutritious dinner. He plays some games. He's laughing. Then I get a text and my crabbiness returns. I have to take a little while to sort out some stuff via text and then over the phone. I feel stressed and anxious and generally, as I said, crabby.
And Boo is wonderful.
He sits at my feet smiling up at me and laughing. When I stand up while talking on the phone, he hugs my legs. He is constantly touching me and beaming at me. I swear to God, he knew I was stressed out and trying to make me feel better.
This little being came from my body, he is my heart - could it be that he instictively knows that his Mama is blue and needs him to be calm & comforting? Could he sense that I needed his mellow joy during my time of overwrought chaos? Could he really *get* me like that already?
Yeah, that kid is his father's son all right. Damn. How did I get so lucky?
Hugs to you Emily. Love this post. Yes, I think he *gets* you already. What a wonderful little guy. <3
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