You know how the week went for Chris and Bee – not only did Chris keep the house, the cat and the child clean, fed and full of beans all week, but his words made me laugh, and I needed that way more than I need a clean kitchen. (Although I do like a clean kitchen.) Big-ups to the huz – you are clever and you are an awesome dad, and I’m proud that all my internet friends now know a little bit about why I love you. Oh, and yes, you are also hot.
Thanks to you guys for keeping Chris’ fire for writing stoked, and his ego stroked. Chris now demands rose petals be thrown in his path and that I address him as ‘Your Awesome Highness, Christacular, King of the Crushin’ MommyBloggers.’ He also insists that GW Bush is the greatest leader ever, and that the unicorns cry no more. Seriously, what the hell happened while I was gone?
Bee weathered the separation beautifully, and gave me a homecoming that made me start bawling, something that I had actually avoided all week. She climbed into my arms, put her head on my shoulder and started stroking my arm, as if making sure that I was the real thing, while whispering ‘love you, mummy.’ It’s been ‘Want the Mummy’ in the sweetest way since I’ve been back, but I’m not about to argue with that. There was absolutely no separation anxiety when I had to leave her (again) the following morning to go back to work – proof, as my friend suggests, that our intensive attachment parenting techniques breed trust and security. Usually I chalk Bee’s wonderful demeanor up to a freak of genetics (if she hadn’t been born at home I would have been convinced that she had been switched at birth and that some kind, gentle couple were dealing with my brat right now), but still, it’s nice to feel validated once in a while.
Oh, and something else happened while I was gone – we are weaned! Hooray! So, the ol’ girls have about 4 ½ months to rest up before they are put back into service, but I will enjoy every minute of it. I told Chris he could enjoy about 5 minutes of it once in a while, but otherwise, back off.
And the visit with my dad? Tough. But good to be there. I’ve learned that illness, and dealing with illness, is complicated. Take good care of yourselves, friends – you don’t ever want your children to see you like that.