Babu (Paulo's dad) offered to take the boy overnight.
Not because I have a meeting....or a function....or plans at all.
And the boy was chomping at the bit to go. In fact, today he must have asked at least 7 tims "Are we going to Babu's today?" He's been missing going over to there these days. He usually goes over once a week. But we've all had a lot going on lately - Babu, us, Thomas even - so it just hasn't happened lately. Tonight, when Babu asked if he wanted to go over, he immediately grabbed his bag and started packing his
So I find myself home alone tonight (Paulo's working til midnight - his usual shift).
So much I could be doing....cleaning. More unpacking. Organizing the office. Uploading the 458 pics from my camera. Reading a book. Catch up on all my DVR'd shows.
So many choices - and yet I cannot make up my mind. I think I'll just read latest issue of Vermont Life Magazine (all new re-design - ooooooh aaaaaah). I know - I'm a loser.
The funny thing is lately I've been feeling trapped - feeling like I need a night off or a day out. In fact, yesterday I went out on my own for a few hours. Went to the mall (which is torture with the boy as this mall in particular has 7 escalators so I can't even get my errands done). I had to get my watch battery changed (yes, all the way to the mall fro just that). I wandered around a little too, but with no spending money these days, it was dull. While I was there I heard a toddler
How is it that I'm dying to get out of the house, get 1 hour to myself, go to the bathroom all by my lonesome, but as soon as I'm away, I miss the little bugger? I mean, c'mon God. Can't I just have 1 hour of not feeling guilty.
Guilty because I dared to desire 1 hour to myself.
Guilty that I'm not such a nice mama.
Guilty that I'm not doing a good job.
Scratch all the above. The boy has just called and says he misses me and wants to come home.
Can't help it....its feels good.