This past weekend B was with his Aunt D. I was supposed to have gone on a trip with my sister and niece, but we canceled the trip at the last minute. We could not however cancel B’s trip to Aunt D’s house. All week long he would say “I go D’s house?” over and over. We would then talk about ALL the toys at D’s house, his cousin’s M and G, and his Uncle B. They would be going to M’s baseball games and so we talked about that as well.
The day finally came and we packed up his bags and out of the house we went! We met them at a ball park and they were going to have a great day outside watching M play baseball. As D rolled him away in the wagon, B barely looked back at me to say good bye. A pang of sadness came over me as I thought of how I would miss him, but the pang quickly turned into a ping that said “You have an entire day and night to yourself!” I drove to the mall as fast as I could. I didn’t even have any real reason to go, but to be able to browse and wander aimlessly throughout the mall without the worry of a stroller or a little guy who may get fussy any minute was so…….liberating!
I wondered throughout the mall, even bought a few things. Tried clothes on before buying them, and walked through the kitchen/housewares department of Macy’s. That alone is an awesome thing. Maneuvering through that department with a stroller that has arms to reach out and touch and knock over all the breakables should be considered for an Olympic event.
After the mall I returned something I had bought and actually just walked into the store, up to the counter, and BAM. Item returned and out the door. No yelling or whining about wanting to stay and look at toys or wanting candy that is at arm’s reach.
My day was just a day to putts around and do whatever came to mind.
That night we went out, ate dinner super late, and even stayed up to watch Saturday Night Live. I wish I could say that I slept in but I can’t. It seems the later I go to bed, the worse I sleep through the night and can’t seem to sleep in. My habit of going to bed at 9:00 P.M. did not go well with staying up late for a fun night without B.
Sunday morning, I got up and headed out to Target, another store that is tough to go to with B, and then I was off to another ball park to pick B up from. I parked and found the right ball field and headed to the crowd watching, B was there on the outskirts running around a tree the umbrella was up next to with the wagon and a blanket spread out to play on. He was so cute running around. He was wearing his floppy hat and just looked too cute. When he noticed me he yelled “MOM!” and came running.
The time I have away from him often makes the time together even better. It’s not every day he's that excited to see me.
