The Worst Case of “The Sunday Blues”…Ever.
Normally, Sunday evening rolls around, and most folks get that all-too-familiar feeling of dread. I’m sure you’re familiar with that feeling, right? You know that in a few short hours, you’ll crawl out of the warmth of your comfortable bed, drag yourself into the shower, put on two different socks, spill half of your coffee on your shirt, and sludge on into work for 8 hours of wonderful, employed bliss!
I’m normally the same way, although for the most part I love the people I work with, and they make those 8 hours go by fairly quickly. I’m not the type of person that hates going to work and just can’t wait to get home.
Unfortunately, I’m not faced with the worst case of the “Sunday Blues” that I’ve ever experienced. Sitting on the couch, just a few feet away from me, is my son and his mother. His mom is aware of it, but he has no idea that the man that has been around him for 24 hours a day since the day he came screaming into this world is getting ready to vanish for 8-10 hours a day for…well, practically an eternity. And, you know what?
Seriously! I was just started to really get used to being around the rugrat, and now I have to leave him all day?
And to be perfectly honest, it’s not like I’m afraid to leave him here without me, it’s just that I’m selfish. His mother is a perfectly, wonderfully, incredibly capable mother, and I’m fairly certain they could both exist without me for a few days, but it’s not exactly fair that she now gets to spend all of this time with him and I start missing parts of his life.
I know, I know, “But Zach, you’re going to be SO thankful youdon’t have to stay home with him when he gets fussy and you have to change blow-out diapers and blah, blah blah”.
Save it. Let me get to that part in my own timeframe.
Shifting gears, Noah has been quite the little man-about-town. The other day, MOMFC and I took him to Target. Apparently they’ve changed Target to “Judge-Mart” in our town. I told MOMFC that I now know what it’s like to be a woman with an amazing rack, because I spent 99% of the time glaring at people who wouldn’t meet my eyes. Instead, they stared at my baby (I carried him in the Ergobaby Carrier) and, I can only assume, judged Elise and I as parents for taking a 5-day old baby out into public. Heaven forbid he get some fresh air and experience the world.
Save it, Jenny McCarthy.
We’ve also learned that the Marpac Sound Machine is the greatest invention in the world, but more on that in a later post!
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