I just dropped the munchkin off at my Mom’s.
I’m waiting for the bus.
She’s changed me so much.
As I wait a sanitation truck passes and I want to scream, “Garbage truck! Thank you for getting the garbage!!” Because that’s what we do.
A train comes in to the station and I want to yell, “THAT’S A NOISY TRAIN!” Because that’s what we do.
I watch other Moms with their littles and my arms ache to hold mine. Even though I spent most of yesterday and all of last night begging mine to, “please stop touching me for FIVE minutes…please!”
I don’t see or experience anything without thinking of her. It’s amazing and wonderful and…terrifying.
Happy Tuesday folks.
And see now I want to say, “Tuesday see the teacher at the library day. Yaaay!” Because that’s what we do.