dialogue

Inspired by my sister's post of a conversation with her daughter.

Recent dialogue between me and Dylan. I was going to teach a couple a Bradley Method of Childbirth Refresher course that night and I was telling her that I had new students. Sidenote: I just finished a couple of weeks ago my first series of classes with one couple who Dylan had the privilege of meeting.

D: Mommy, are your students broken?
H: No, they're not broken - what do you mean?
D: You had to get new students. Are the old ones broken?
H: (laughing hysterically). No honey, they're not broken...they had their baby.
D: (laughing hysterically). Can you believe it darlin'?

I guess I've made it clear that when things are broken, you have to get new ones. We obviously don't reduce, reuse, recycle enough...geeeesh...

Mourning

Jason went back to school this week. Well, actually, last week for teacher days, but he had students this week. The day before he went back I spent my time mourning.

Mourning the long summer days now getting shorter.
Mourning the end of vacation season.
Mourning my husband leaving everyday at 7:15am, only to return 9, 10, or 14 hours later.
Mourning the thought of cold weather and winter coats.
Mourning the idea of doing the 2 kid thing on my own again.
Mourning the fact that I would no longer get a leisurely shower during the week.
Mourning for Jason that he didn't get enough time to "just relax" this summer.
Mourning that our kitchen floor and walls are still not finished.
Mourning that daddy won't be home to play.

Now, it's been over a week of those long days, and they happily don't really seem so long. The anticipation of the scary is always way scarier than the scary itself. And while, of course, I wish neither of us had to work, and I deeply miss Jason while he's at work, I have really enjoyed getting back into the routine that is two children at home. We are finding our groove again as a threesome and that is a familiar, jovial experience. Playdate anyone?