It started innocently enough.
I got home from work Sunday morning, and followed my usual routine of getting a big hug and kiss from my Pookah bear and listening to his gibber jabber while nodding my head thoughtfully. And then C-Dub dropped the bomb:
“We’re going to the zoo today.”
The zoo! I started to get excited, But reality set in as I remembered that I had to go to sleep right away because….I have to work again tonight.
My spirits plumeted down to my shoes.
“But, it will be his first trip there…I wanted to go.”
“Well, when would that be? You’ve never home on the weekend.”
“Saturday morning…”I protested weakly.
But meekly, and somewhat in shock, I just took Pookah down for his breakfast. Being the efficient me, I found a coupon for C-Dub( Pookah can still get in for free since he is under 2)that I had been hording for all of us on just the right Saturday morning. Then I packed a bag with all of the essentials for a trip to the zoo:
- ice water
- change of clothes
- bug spray
- wet wipes
- a wash cloth
Yes, the man wanted to take my other baby, my camera.
So, I packed them up, got the stroller out of my trunk, put it in his, got Pookah dressed, sun screened up, shoes on.
Then they kissed me goodbye and walked out the door.
And I sat down on the floor and cried like a baby.
I cried at being left behind on a sunny hot summer weekend morning while my baby went to the zoo without me for the first time.
I cried at being left to put the meat in the crock pot for Sunday Dinner.
I cried while I cleaned up the kitchen from the mess the two of them made while I was gone. Working.
I cried while I put clean clothes in the dryer and put new ones left on the bathroom floor in the wash.
I cried because my husband thought it was an awsome idea to take his son to the zoo so that Mommy could sleep in peace in the house.
I cried because I felt like that kid in grade school who always got left behind……..
And then, I just cried.