See this portrait of a mother and son? How beautiful, right? Okay, I look half sun stroked and Jp has a busted lip (what’s new? Boys…le sigh.) but it’s a lovely moment captured in history thanks to my handy dandy iPhone.
Yeah…that was before I tried to leave. I had forgotten in the winter months how hard it is to get Jp to leave somewhere new when he’s not “hip” to the schedule. Maybe the warm day made me momentarily forget that I hate taking him to the park for just that reason. But more accurately, it was the guilt that we are going to be going away tomorrow for two days for a little anniversary getaway. It’s the first time we’ve left him since he was born.
Ah, guilt. It makes a mom a special kind of crazy, doesn’t it?
Well, as the train was a-leaving and all of the timers had been set and I had even granted two additional extensions we shook on and made a deal…it still didn’t go well.
And by “not well”, I mean he scratched me so hard that I bled and then he pulled the glasses off of my face and threw them.
On a plus note, however, I went from feeling extraordinarily guilty about being away and being worried about his behavior for grandma to pretty excited to take a little break from the crazy.
No reminding someone to pee every thirty minutes.
No sleeping in a bed three deep.
It’s going to be legend -wait for it- dary! And there is always FaceTime. It’s not like the kid wouldn’t rather talk to me via a computer screen anyways. 😉
Off to pack!
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