Yesterday, on day #2 of molor teething hel- I mean heaven with a very grump baby, I begged asked C if I could PLEASE have 45-minutes to myself. I wanted a break. No, I NEEDED a break. I just knew that I would soon join Nathan in his crying episode if I didn’t get this break.
Thankfully, my wish was granted. With a sigh of relief, I relinquished baby duty into C’s fully capable hands and set myself up with my computer on our couch. A few minutes into my break, I felt the familiar tugging on my computer power cord. I peeked around my computer screen and lo and behold, there stood Nathan. He flashed me a smile and made my heart do a little pitter-patter because he is just so cute. Two seconds later, he started his characteristic whine-cry. I eyed C. C came and picked up Nathan and started to play with him.
I realized that I will not be getting a break of any kind as long as Nathan could see me, so I went back into our room with the computer and got online again. I saw something funny and found myself laughing. I clamped my hand over my mouth and held my breath hoping that Nathan didn’t hear me so my break wouldn’t be cut short again. Two minutes….three minutes….still no Nathan. Whew! My break is safe.
I glanced back at my screen and noticed C standing in the doorway of our bedroom trying not to laugh. I looked at him and started to ask why he was doing that but I had the answer soon enough. I heard the pitter-patter of hands and knees as Nathan turned the corner, saw me on the bed, and made a beeline for his mommy.
Break = over. There’s a stalker in the house.