“Where’d he go?” I mumble to myself as I walk up the stairs in search of my son. “Troy, I’m leaving and I need a hug!” I say through the bathroom door.
“Chill out,” he replies as he walks out of his bathroom to give me a hug.
“Love you! Have a good day!”
I get an “Love you, too,” and then he walks back into the bathroom looking at his phone.
“And I am chill! I’m chill as…ice cream.” He mumbled something in response to that. It could have been about my lame comparison or something about how I am never chill…probably better that I don’t know.
Back downstairs I go to say goodbye to the baby.
“Aww, she’s holding out her arms when I come close. She wants me to pick her up,” I say sort of to my husband, but mostly to myself. I don’t know if that is actually what’s happening, but that’s what I’m going with this morning. “Oh, I’m going to be late,” I say as I pick up my smiley baby girl and give her hugs and kisses.
Eventually, I put her down and leave, calling one last good bye to my husband.
I toss my bags onto the passenger seat and hop in the Jeep. As I pull out of the drive, I turn on the audio book that has been on hold since getting home on Friday. Leaving the house on Monday mornings isn’t easy, but at least I get to find out how this book ends today.
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You brought me right into this scene with your descriptive writing. Two very different goodbyes as you headed off this morning. I don’t love Monday mornings.. glad you could find the bright spot by anticipating listening to the end of your book.
I can’t get enough of your blogs about life at home. You do such a good job of capturing it without making your life be invaded by your readers.
I love hearing you share about home life! So blessed to be a mama of two and a wife!
I don’t know how to do it- you need to coach me! I still get so, so sad just leaving Zack, the kitties, and Pudge. 😢