Day of rest

Kelly D. has been in Minnesota shooting a wedding for the past two days. He will be home late tonight, but not in time for dinner, and when he’s not around, I don’t cook. I do feed the kids, but I don’t think anyone needs a step-by-step tutorial on how to make Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
It’s just not the same around here without the man.
I’m lonely.
I was actually kind of excited to sleep on the bump in the middle of our bed last night, though. Do you have one of these? Each of our sides of the mattress are smashed down from use and in the very center of the bed is this glorious, new-mattress-feeling bump. Sometimes during the night I inch towards it but it’s like Kelly’s got some kind of security system set up around his half of the bed because every time I get too close he grunts at me.
He’s got this thing against touching while sleeping. He says sleeping is a solo venture. And apparently I’m a “heat pump”.
Don’t worry, I know he loves me.
I also rented Enchanted. A TOTAL girl movie. I have had an unexplainable desire to see this movie for a while now and last night seemed the perfect time. I am giving it an “eh.” That’s my review. A good movie to watch without the husband, though, for sure.
In other news, today I decided to make a concerted effort to enjoy The Little Guy. His two year old temperment has been killing my spirit little by little.
I know, I know. Enough complaining about this. Last time, I promise.
But this was a good day with him. We didn’t go anywhere, which may have helped, but I was really trying to not let his emotions control my own.
That is the single hardest thing for me as a mother…behaving like the grown-up. It’s near impossible for me to not get sucked into the tantrums and the crying and the roller coaster of moods that these boys are on.
Anyway.
My efforts paid off. Since it was Sunday, I had no other demands on my time. Whenever I felt a tantrum coming, I sat down on the floor and said, “Come here precious. Tell Momma what’s wrong.” Also, I played with him (a lot). I watched a movie with him. I let him eat a popsicle before lunch.
It worked. He was so much nicer, and I fell in love with him all over again. Not that I don’t always love him. But you know what I mean…today whenever I looked at him, it was with adoration instead of apprehension.
It may also have something to do with the fact that I dressed him in overalls. Is there anything as cute as a little boy in overalls?
Seriously.