I was so proud of myself. Brent wasn't going to be home tonight and I didn't let it effect me in the least. Infact, I even made a huge pot of spaghetti, cleaned the entire kitchen and laundry room area (AND pledged the dining room table - we are talking sparkling clean, people!), and maintained my cool all through Wyatt's different colors of bodily fluids today. I was doing great!
So, when 6:00 rolled around and Wyatt was already starting to fuss and rub his eyes, I asked him where his binky was.
It turned out to be the question of the night. Where the hell was that stupid binky?!?! At first, I was just regularly searching but the closer and closer it got to 7:00, the more frantic I became and the more and more I ransacked the house. I even started sweating and borderline hyperventilating. I did NOT want to load these kids up into the car, in their pajamas, after their bedtime, and go to freaking Target to buy a binky that this kid shouldn't be sucking on in the first place.
But I had to. I couldn't find it. And my house was trashed.
By the time I got to Target, I was speaking through clenched teeth and probably could have started spitting venom had I tried. After I got the damn binkies, I had to force myself to relax. After all, I was pretty much scaring myself! So, I turned on the radio and rolled all the windows down.
I wish I could have had a video recorder at that moment. Callie was the cutest thing on the planet! She started squealing with delight and bounced her head to the music. She had the wind blowing through her hair and she was in heavenly bliss. It totally gave me a vision of what she would be like at 16... young and free... but seeing the pure enjoyment on that baby's face was enough to bring me out of my pathetic and ridiculous tantrum and into the gratefulness of getting to have that little girl's arms wrapped around my neck on a daily basis!
And, I must admit, although my little buddy is sick right now, I'm loving every minute of him wanting to cuddle and be with his momma. These kids are my heart and soul!
I better never find that damn binky though.
2 comments:
Oh, you'll find that binky when/where you least expect it!! :)
Sam "lost" his watch last summer. He thought he misplaced it while working late in his office and we ransacked the place. Then we ransacked our house. Then about 6 weeks later, we found it tucked under Franklin's bed in his crate. Since Franklin doesn't have opposable thumbs, we knew Aidan had hidden it!
I hope Wyatt gets better soon, and isn't watching little kids enjoy open windows in a car the best?
I am painfully slowly removing pacey from our world. Ansley made a pacey box for the thing. Now when she wakes up from nap or bedtime the pacey goes in the box. She is so good about it. Except it all went to hell when we were at the beach last week.
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