...three days ago, I boarded a plane for Connecticut for a work conference. For three days, I slept ten hours a night, ordered room service, read an advanced reader copy of this, actually watched the news and learned that there's oil in the gulf, jake and vienna split (shocker), and there was a really long tennis match. I left the toilet seat up because there were no little hands exploring. I took long, hot showers and didn't worry about what I could be accomplishing instead of showering (I know all moms have thought this). I shaved my legs every day. I spread myself from one side of the bed to the other.
But I missed him every minute of every day. Even when I was devouring my second Three Muskateer from the vending machine.
Days with grandma = no pants days. (See our little walker? He is timidly toddling along).
Thanks to my mom for entertaining, feeding, and getting up way earlier than her usual 9 a.m. to care for our peanut. But really, who wouldn't want to spend three days with this face?
I couldn't get home fast enough today. It took all my willpower to stay in the backseat of the cab as he inched along in traffic. I just wanted to get home. Just wanted to be home. So glad I am home.