Bobby turned 8 last month (I know, I still can’t believe it either) Usually I’m rushing frantically during the first couple weeks of January trying to figure out where to have his party, but this year I was on top of things and booked Chuck-e-Cheese months ago.
Our day home was going to be closed for two weeks and I thought it would be the perfect time to spend some extra time with my youngest… That time has already come to an end and I feel completely different than I thought I would.
I thought by now I would be counting down the hours until I went back into the office, stressed out from how difficult it was to get work done with Cordelia demanding constant attention, struggling with getting Bobby ready for school and then getting him to and from school every day. I thought I’d be begging for adult interaction or an excuse to do my makeup. It would be easier if that was how I felt right now.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to start a new month – February was a tough one. Like I mentioned in My Kingdom for a Good Night’s Sleep, Bobby was really sick for two weeks. It started at the end of January… we had just bought him a new loft bed for his birthday, and he had gone upstairs to lie down because he just wasn’t feeling fantastic. 20 minutes later I heard ‘mommy…’ and ran upstairs to see that he had gotten sick… from the top step of his new bed. We got him cleaned up and set him up on a pad on the floor and spent the next 4 hours cleaning his entire room because it. was. everywhere.