Lately the expectations I've been setting for myself have been so ridiculously high, and these raised bars have infiltrated my world of blog. This is not a good thing. I think I'm finally learning to cut myself some slack - to quote a wonderful mentor, "I am a choice." I can choose to be this way or that way. I can choose to do laundry or watch The Apprentice. And at the end of the day, I have to own my choices and know that whatever I did was the best I could do at that moment ... and not feel guilty. To quote another budding mentor (I'm sure a mentor to many, but a new face in my life), "Sometimes we have to say no to the good so we can say yes to the best."
So, on that note, I restart my blog. Ta da!
I was in Tucson most of last week (Tuesday night through Sunday afternoon) to play my part in the opening of ATC's RepFest - an amazing theatrical feat, I must say. I've spent this much time (and more) away from my kids, but they're getting to an age now where it affects them more.
It's not unlikely for Dylan to wake up in the middle of the night or early part of the morning and crawl into bed with us. He's learned to go to Michael's side, because while I eventually put him back in his own bed, Michael treats him like a teddy bear. Michael would also sleep through a tornado, so his tolerance for the kicking and snoring is greater than mine.
Every night since I have been back, Dylan has woken up in the night (around 11:30 or midnight), crying and calling for me. He never does this. He always comes to us. This time he sat in bed and cried until I went to him. When I got to his room, he asked me for milk. I got him some. He then lay down in his bed and sucked on his sippy cup, just like a baby would a bottle. Then he fell back asleep.
Coincidence that I had returned? Probably not.
Despite my displeasure for having to wake up and cater to him like an infant (minus the diaper change), I enjoyed knowing that even though they are growing up so fast, they still need their mommy every now and again.
