My wife is on travel again, so I’m flying solo.
After a night of waking up with a feverish baby, he was home sick today.
Juggling meetings while chasing after a toddler and learning to do a new job is not the ideal work day.
On top of that, one of my highest potential reps let me know they’re looking at other opportunities.
Then I forgot to pick up the oldest on time to go to a play with his Mimsy. (they still made it)
I even forgot to feed the poor dog until he licked my hand and whined this afternoon. (He got a big dinner tonight for being a good doggo)
I sat with my head in my hands after the baby finished his own supper tonight, feeling utterly exhausted in body, mind, and spirit.
Hearing some cabinets opening and getting him out of the wine glass drawers for what seems like the 100th time today, I threw up my arms in exasperation muttering something about having a million toys and still trying to break into stuff that can kill you.
He then mirrored me, doing the same thing; throwing up his arms above his head and slapping them down on his legs. We then both started laughing at the exact same time, as I must have looked like a big-old baby as well. If nothing else, it highlighted the usefulness of that reaction, which is to say, exactly nothing.
It also made me realize my kid isn’t sick anymore and is totally going to school tomorrow.
It was also one of those times when I remind myself that in a few short years I’d give anything to spend the day with my son.
Besides, tomorrow is another day.
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