Army of Me

Yesterday was a little different around our house. Sammy had a twelve hour play date with my sister. I had an entire day to myself. As I looked forward to this, I had a lot of ideas of what I should do and, in the end, abandoned them all. Because the truth is I missed Sammy. That is the longest I've EVER been away from him (I know...I KNOW!) and add that to the fact that I know he was having more fun without me than he'd ever have at home with me, hurt my heart. So, for the first few hours, I moped and cleaned up the house. Put all of Sammy's stuff away and then dropped to the floor of my quiet, quiet house for some solitude (it was pretty nice to just lay there without fear of a toddler jumping in my stomach!). I was going to stay home and write or do those 1001 little projects that get pushed to the side when living with a two year old, but it was too quiet. I needed to get out, instead.

I showered and got ready for the day and went shopping. I needed black dress pants for an upcoming reception and I knew that task would be better suited to do alone. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for (complete with new sweater and jewelry to go with the pants), so I decided to browse some stores. I ended up buying a few more things (lesson 20: I shop and spend way more money without Sammy than with him. Good to know!). Throw in a small late lunch and a quick trip home and evening was suddenly present. Then I went to my sister's, double checked the new outfit and checked on Sammy and it was time to pick Isaac up from work (lesson 53: taking hours to get out of the house and then browsing and wasting time really CAN fill up a day!).

We had adjusted Sharon and Sammy's day o' fun a little to accommodate going over to Lora & Dave's house for dinner, Rukus and Rage. In the end, lessons were learned and I can't repay my sister for taking a day of her own and spending it with Sammy. It was nice, however, to get home and hear that Sammy had done well and he was tucked away, sleeping in his bed. It seemed, from my point of view, that things went ok. At least I think my sister is still speaking to me! I will completely understand, though, if I don't hear from her for a few weeks while her nerves repair and she finishes off her to-do list that was surely neglected!