These toes. I’ve munched on them at least a hundred times today. There are about twenty items on my todo list today and they’re all important.
Only, I’m not working on any of them. Instead I’ve been cuddling my twenty-month old. He doesn’t know why and while he giggles most of the time he’s getting to that “Mommy, stop with the kisses, I want to play with my truck.” place.
Last night too. I read my older boy his bedtime stories. Same as every night but this time with a few more hugs at the end. Until finally between cuddles and squeezes I heard “Mommy, it’s time to get papa. I have to tell him goodnight.”
There’s so much to take care of today, but I can’t. I just keep thinking about yesterday. That little boy waiting at the finish line to hug his dad. My heart hurts.