|I covered her name for privacy. |
I love everything about this, especially the "I like you really much".
And check out her penmanship. She is FOUR years old.
This looks way nicer than my grocery list.
This precious little blonde's mother also told me that her child was planning on "showing Thing 1 their basement." When this mother inquired what her child was planning on showing my little boy, her little girl answered "that is a secret". Then her mom told me that they needed to stop listening to Katy Perry and Ke$ha. Then I decided that her mom was going to be my new friend.
As I was admiring the letter, we were all talking and started walking outside to take our kids to the playground. I was outside, around the corner of the building when I had the nagging feeling that I was forgetting something. You know that feeling: Something isn't right here. Something feels wrong. What is missing?.... Then I realized that the "something" that I was missing was only my baby.
Oh My GOD. What is WRONG with me????
I ran back inside and quickly found Thing 2 in the classroom, charming all of the preschool teachers. I can't quite describe to you how I felt at the moment, but it was a mixture of relief, horror and "I'm a total asshat, please bring me a bucket of water so that I can drown myself now".
In that moment, my truth was brought to light_-that nagging thing that I had been fearing. Forgetting my child was that tiny confirmation that I am in utter burn out mode and I really need a break from my life. Just for half a day. Just a little time for me to walk through a crowd without worrying about Stranger Danger or my kids running away. No entertaining anyone. No screaming. No whining. I need a bit of time to eat a meal (my entire meal) in peace, without complaints, screams (did I mention this already?), food on the floor, food on the head, food being grabbed from my hand or food on the ceiling. A little quiet time away so that I can shower and breathe and feel rejuvenated. A small healthy break so that I am recharged and fully prepared to not only meet the demands of MOM, but to also, once again, enjoy those demands.
I'm going to call a friend and get some of that tomorrow, because I officially declare Saturday the 8th of October "MOM'S DAY OFF". Go tell your friends. *Someone please email this to my husband.
Feel free to follow my lead. Do it soon, before you too get so brain damaged and comatose that you accidentally leave your child/children in the school/grocery store/park or at home alone with the dog. Besides, I know that I have earned it. Half my work is done. I already have one of my kids married off. Yay me.
|This is Thing 1 with a different girlfriend.|
I hope he can keep their names straight....