So C-Dub calls me from work and asks:
“Are you off Labor Day Weekend?”
In my new found calmness, I did not say, ” I work EVERY weekend fool!” Instead I calmly answered yes. ( I’m so proud).
He then goes on to inform me that he wants to take the baby to Mississippi to see his mom that weekend.
I mean, three days without my baby?????????
Yes, yes, I sleep all day Sunday, and always complain about having no rest time on Saturday, so this would definitely give me that.
But I just want a couple of hours, not the whole dang weekend!
But, seeing it from his point of view, I can understand. He is always looking for something for he and Pookah to do on the weekend that gets them out of the house. This certainly does it. But I worry of course. Simply because I am Pookah’s mommy.
Will he be Ok when he doesn’t see me the next morning? And the next? And the next? Will he cry?
Will C-Dub guard him well against the wheat that is in EVERYTHING? Including the roux in the gumbo I know his Momma is going to make him?
How will he handle being Pookah’s only caregiver for almost 72 hours?
He thinks he’ll do fine because he has him on and off for about 24 hours by himself while I work at night or while I’m asleep in the bedroom upstairs.
I know, I think I’m indepensible here, and I’m not. It’s just that I worry that HE is taking on too much. But I know I’ve got to let him do this.
I know I do.
So even though I’ll be miserable all weekend long, Pookah will be happy with his Daddy.
He’ll have fun with his uncles.
He might even let my mother in law hold him.
And I’ll try to look at the positives: I won’t have to cook. I will get a nap on Saturday. I will actually get to sleep late on Saturday morning. I might get to clean up the house and it stay that way for three whole days. I’ll be well rested for whatever work throws my way.
We’ll see if I remember these points next weekend.