An Open Letter To My Wife

Please come home.

Please.

You are just finishing the 2nd day of a weekend trip to North Carolina, and I truly do hope you are having a grand time visiting your best friend. You deserve the time off, and I'm glad that you went.

But please come back soon.

We knew that it would be hard to get James up at 5 AM to take you to the airport. He was in pretty good spirits Friday morning, all things considered. It caught up with him Friday afternoon. By the time we had dinner he was throwing flailing fits on the half hour. His shoes were soaked, which meant that we couldn't go outside. (cue fit) Steven Bear was also soaked, which meant that he needed to spend some quality time in the dryer. (cue more explosive fit) Also, we had pizza for supper. (cue fit) And the laundry basket was too heavy to drag up the stairs. (cue fit) And worst of all, there was no Mommy.

By this morning we were missing you badly. James sat on my lap and watched old videos of you playing with him on my phone for a half an hour. He's been taking out his frustration in less than constructive ways. He was digging in the bathroom trash this morning while I got changed for the day, and I found him pulling eggshells out of the kitchen trash later. (When I took them away, he gave me a look as if to say "you're going to throw away perfectly good eggshells?") I don't know how or when this happened, but there appears to be crayon scribbles on one of the lampshades. He's also decided to throw whatever he's holding into the kitchen sink whenever he gets in range. Steven ended up soaked again when I was holding him and trying to make coffee, and he tossed his binky in tonight when I was getting his bottle ready. (I'm hoping that the slurpy sounds I heard from the binky were from the hot and soapy water I used to clean the binky, and not the dirty dishwater in landed in.)

Things haven't been all bad, of course. We had a great time playing racquetball with Uncle Oliver this morning, and James even introduced himself to a young man who was trying to practice basketball. (James thought he shouldn't keep the ball all to himself.) We went to Nama's house and visited the cows, and played with cousin Hayden. We also found the sandbox, which was pretty much the only thing we were interested in out there. At one point, James filled up a plastic cup with sand, and then attempted to drink it. I don't think he got too much down. I ended up dunking him in the tub there, which is why he's sleeping in an oversized girls' onesie with a picture of a dog with flower.

So, everything is under control.

But please come back soon.