Thursday, January 14, 2010
My friend Deb and I have started both our on-line and in-person classes now, and we're having a ball. Of course there have been glitches along the way and a million details, but we're up and running. And running. And running.
It's changed the flow of things around here, I'm much busier (and HAPPIER), and have decided that everyone else around here can, and should, pitch in more, right? So the other night I asked Woohoo to put Rojo to bed. He went for the idea, he actually ran to his room to pick out a book for her to read. She assured him she'd complete the going-to-bed-routine which includes checking on him every eight minutes.
I blissfully went about my work and 90 minutes later went by his room to turn off his night light. There he was, c-r-y-i-n-g. "You didn't put me to bed..." he chocked out. "You didn't even check on me!"
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I thought you were okay having Woohoo put you to bed! You looked happy! Why didn't you come tell me you were crying?" I said, hardly able to look at him with those crocodile tears and imagining him that way for the last 90 minutes.
"I didn't want to bother you," he said, stabbing the knife through to the other end of my chest.
"Oh, sweet love, you are never a bother, please tell me if you're ever crying and I don't know it," I pleaded.
"You're just doing all these changes on me," he said between sobs.
And he's right, there have been some changes around here. And as hard as they are for him to get his arms around now, he's going to come out one of the winners, because much as I love him, nobody wins when I'm consumed with his needs and little else.