This is a phrase I see daily when I open my inbox. J will always email me to see what the morning was like with Ri. I havent been getting these this week and probably wont because Ri is out of town. On one hand I miss him like crazybad and on the other hand I am amazed at how nice it is to have peace and quiet.Oh the joys of parenthood. It can literally drive you crazy somedays. Other days like today, I miss my little man more than anything.
This entire week Ri is staying in Missouri with his grandparents. This should be exciting and relaxing (which it is), but it also makes me realize that I am more a mom than anything nowadays. All I can think about is what he is up to, what he is eating, if he went to bed on time, if he is having one of his manic fits, if he is thinking about his mommy and daddy. I am such a sucker. I cant help it...my boy has me hooked.
After thinking about how much I miss him I start to laugh. I laugh because I am so whipped by a 4 year old boy. I cant help it though. Something about him makes me smile and I cant quit thinking about how much I love him.
I was cleaning out my inbox today at work and came across a couple of doozies:
Email Convo #1
From: Carla
Sent: Wednesday, January 20, 2010 9:06 AM
To: Jeff
Subject: RE: HOW WAS YOUR DRIVE?
P.S. Your son was absolutely awful this morning. Probably why I was a meanie to you. Sorry.
From: Jeff
Sent: Wednesday, January 20, 2010 9:09 AM
To: Carla
Subject: RE: HOW WAS YOUR DRIVE?
What did he do?
From: Carla
Sent: Wednesday, January 20, 2010 9:15 AM
To: Jeff
Subject: RE: HOW WAS YOUR DRIVE?
He acted like the baddest kid on the planet. He didn’t get out of bed until I forced him out kicking and screaming at 715. He screamed bloody murder when I took his dirty spiderman socks off. He refused to believe that they were dirty. He didn’t want to go to the bathroom. He didn’t want to get dressed. He didn’t want to get off the toilet. He didn’t want to brush his teeth…I could go on and on and on. Then finally when we leave and are already late he says “mommy. I don’t want to be bad anymore. See mom I am helping you now. I pulled the seatbelt out from under my bottom to help you.” Then he goes on to say “when we get to school I am going to give you kisses and that will make you happy. Then you wont be mad anymore.” I told him that saying sorry will make me happy. He said “sorry.” I said “mmm hmm” He then said “ when someone says sorry you don’t say mm hmm, you say that’s ok.”
I couldn’t help but stop being mad. That little boog drives me crazy yet I cant stand being mad at him. Sorta like how you drive me crazy but I still Love you all the same.
Email Convo #2
From: Carla
Sent: Monday, January 18, 2010 9:35 AM
To: Jeff
Subject: RE: HOW WAS YOUR MORNING?
Ri was fine …he looked like he was attacked. He has scratch marks ALL OVER his back. Like bad ones. I clipped his nails this morning before we left. He broke skin in every place he scratched….he was doing fine until I told him it was Monday and then he said his usual “what comes after Monday” and I said Tuesday. Well that set him off and he said “ NO Friday comes tomorrow” . I kept telling him no and then he got pissed and said “ Im shutting your door. Don’t talk to me”….and the booger really did shut OUR bedroom door not his. I finished getting dressed and opened the door to find him pouting (arms crossed ) sitting on his toy box with just his underwear on…I was trying so hard not to laugh. He told me he was upset with me for telling him tomorrow was Tuesday. I had to apologize to him before he would let me get him dressed. Then…THEN…he didn’t want to wear the jeans that I had picked out because they had holes in the knees…(those Gap jeans with the G on them”) so I made him go downstairs and find a pair that he liked in the laundry basket….what does he come back with…another pair of Gap jeans with holes in the knees. That boy is crazy. And another thing. He has no clue what the names of the kids at school are. I checked the boxes at school and I didn’t see a Conner. Hmmm…
Oh well... I cant wait to see Ri on Sunday. Let the countdown begin!
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