They always tell you never to wake a sleeping baby. Well, screw them!
I hadn’t seen my wife or son in more than three days so when I got home last night I was a man on a mission. And while MJ realizes it was a noble mission that stemmed from how much I missed my child, she had spent an hour putting him to bed because he was fussy. I was more than a little heartbroken when she begged me not to wake him up, so I reluctantly agreed not to bother him.
Which of course, was a huge lie as I walked right into the nursery, picked him up and squeezed him like the Abominable Snowman with a new pet!
I just really underestimated how much he’s changed my life. Because when he woke up and finally looked at me, I turned into a pathetic pile of mush when he recognized me and gave me an ENORMOUS ear-to-ear grin. I played with him for a while and just kissed and hugged him as he grinned at me. Maybe he’s just a happy kid, but I really believe he missed me and was happy to see me. I think he even said “Dadadadada” but I could be wrong.
Oh yeah, and I swear he grew at least six inches in the three days we’ve been apart. It’s like she took my baby to New Jersey and came back with this toddler. I am truly floored at how fast he is growing.
In the end MJ forgave me because she saw how much I missed him. It also helped that he went right to bed again as soon as I put him down. If he had been fussy I don’t think she would’ve been as understanding. It probably didn’t help that I failed to do the laundry, clean the house and take the dogs to the groomers like I had promised.
But what does she expect? It’s football season and the Red Sox are in the playoffs. I know household chores are important, but in the month of October they are nowhere near the top of my priority list.