OK, I'll come clean Little Man. I confess that the thought of going out of town for work for a few days leaves me daydreaming about full nights of blissful, uninterrupted sleep, having only myself to dress and feed and well...all sorts of decadent imaginings.
Decadent imaginings of mundane things that, pre-Jude, I took for granted. Took so for granted, in fact, that I had no idea how for granted they were being taken!
Ahhhh, all these sweet, sweet imaginings. They are all good and fine until I reach my intended destination and fall exhausted into an empty, cold, often too hard or too soft, hotel bed. At which point, I proceed to toss and turn, flip and flop trying to drift into that long awaited, aforementioned night of blissful, uninterrupted sleep.
Invariably, my fantasy is shattered because all I can think of is how much I want to kiss your soft, freshly bathed, smelly good self over and over, snuggling up to you while I close my eyes and fall into exhausted mommy slumber.
You've ruined me for life, but oh how good it is to be ruined.
Days in the Life of Jude... and his mom.
2 comments:
Ah! I have the same problem! My hubby travels a lot more than I do & I'm sooo jealous at the uninterrupted sleep & dinners with adults until I actually get them....
Oh yes, I remember those days of traveling. The first few hours are kind of fun -- the novelty of not having any demands from little ones is intriguing -- but after the first night (and gosh! the second and third), I could not wait for slobbery toddler kisses.
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