This morning I intended to spend the day putting my house into order. There were things to be cleaned. This plan was derailed by 1600 magnets which finally reached completion. I paid for the magnets, brought them home, and then spent the middle of the day packaging them for shipping. Around 4 pm I crashed onto the couch with a book, ready for a short break. This action must have pinged the “mommy availability” sensors that my kids seem to have. Within minutes, Patch came into the room and snuggled into the space between me and the couch. Usually when a child comes to me, that child wants me to do something. This time all Patch wanted was to be close to me. I kissed the top of his head and remembered that I’d meant to give him a bath as part of the cleaning. He certainly needed one. But I was not ready to give up the snuggly moment yet.
I put my book down and tried to think what conversation I could have with my son. I counted days in my head and realized that in just over a week I’ll be handing him off to relatives while I go on a business trip. I’d been picturing that event as a safe two weeks away, but it is almost in my lap. So we talked a little bit about him going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. He was more interested in talking beyond that to when he gets to go on a father/son campout with Link and Howard. So we talked about camping and tents. Then we circled back around to the trip to Grandma’s house.
Then Gleek showed up with a request and the moment was gone. From there we moved on to baths and the rest of the day.