Mr. P., sensing in his sensitive Euromale way that the pressures of work, home, money, and family were pushing me to the brink of uncharted mental terror-tory, gave me the night off. He took A. to go see Cars 2 in 3-D… nevermind that I also took A. to see Cars 2 in 3-D this very afternoon (and that he refused to put on his 3-D glasses and thus watched the whole movie in blurriness), it’s a good escape from the heat and a nice treat for a little boy who is about to leave the comfortable domestic nest for the cold reality of day care, and it’s a nice two-hour long respite for Mommy, who can’t stop wondering if allowing A. to go see Cars 2 twice in one day will permanently ruin his brain and/or temperament.
I decided to walk to the library. Ah, I remember when I used to walk everywhere… what freedom for the limbs and the mind, to wander down a sidewalk on a hot summer evening! At the library, I carefully perused the selection of books that I would never have time to read and DVDs that I could never watch with a 3-year old around, and wound up selecting “Some Girls: My Life in a Harem,” written by the wife of the bassist from Weezer who I heard give an interview about the book. After silently thanking the public library for instituting self-checkout, I walked home, using my phone to answer emails on the way, and then I paced around the condo. I should really vacuum and Swiffer the floors. I should really pick up A.’s toys. I should really do some work. I should really practice my yoga backbends. I should really wash my face properly for the first time in a month.
Next week, A. starts day care part time for the rest of July, then moves to full-time in August. I am excited but sad. Though I wasn’t the most content stay-at-home Mom ever, I viewed this time with A. as a once-in-a-lifetime chance to bond with the little boy whom I am blessed to call my son. I gave him all my love and affection and built up an attachment that will probably cause a difficult transition to day care but that will serve him well for the rest of his life. He is an amazing boy, bright and funny and happy, and I am spending on my night off blogging proudly about him. (Now off to read about modern-day harems…)
First Trial Day at Day Care
