So, if you follow this blog at all then you know that we left Tom with my parents for the weekend.
My first time EVER leaving him overnight.
And I was just a teensy, weensy bit scared he would think I was dead, get over it and forget who I was by the time I returned on Sunday.
I cannot say whether or not he thought I was dead, but I will say that if he did think I was dead, apparently he wasn’t too broken up about it.
I was with Tom at my parents house all day Friday waiting for Kev to meet me there, and he arrived right before Tom’s bedtime.
So my mom was the one to put him to sleep, even though we were technically still there.
I was still there long enough to hear Tom crying about going to bed.
And then we cold-heartedly WALKED. OUT.
I did not cry, though. (Kate: 1 point.)
And then 5 minutes later my mom called me to tell me he was asleep. (Tom: 1 point.)
I got totally over it.
Seriously. Apparently it takes me about an hour to revert back to the days when I was Tom-less.
I ate candy and chips in the car. ALL of it. At once. And I didn’t share!
I slept until 8 a.m.!
I went to breakfast! And ate it!
My mom finally called me around 11 a.m. on Saturday morning to give me the rundown of how he was doing.
(Oh yeah! I have a kid!)
He was doing great. So great, in fact, he slept till 7 a.m. for the first time ever and took a 2.5 hour morning nap for the first time ever. (Tom: Minus 2 points.)
Once we were at the beach and the wedding, I was a little overly excited about seeing others with their kids and talking about mine. I’m actually quite sure I talked a lot about Tom.
I mean, I talked about Tom with the DJ.
But I really enjoyed myself and was perfectly happy knowing Tom was perfectly happy with my parents.
When we arrived at my parents house on Sunday afternoon, Tom was sleeping.
(Again?! I swear, that NEVER happens!)
When he woke up, I think he was a little bit confused that his dead mother had reappeared, but he immediately came to me and hugged me and snuggled with me.
And then a very weird thing happened to me.
I almost wasn’t quite sure what to do next.
Ridiculous, right? I am with this child 24/7 and suddenly, I had been away from him for 40 hours and I didn’t know what we should be doing.
Does he need a snack?
Do we need to go outside to play?
What do I do with him now?!
(I figured it out.)
It was a little weird for me at first. But Tom continued to play with me, Kev and my parents. He was his same little happy self. He didn’t appear to be suffering AT ALL at the sudden loss/reappearance of his mother. He remembered me. He liked me!
That night when it was time to put him to bed (Tom and I stayed at my parents’ house on Sunday, too) he really, REALLY cried. I had to go back in there to settle him down. And then my mom had to go in there to settle him down.
And get this — he was fine after her visit.
Y’all. I have lost my touch!
My mom tried to make me feel better and said it was just because he was scared I would leave again.
But I’m not so sure that’s it.
Apparently, my mom is doing something that is secretly soothing and won’t tell me how to do it!
I just know it!
(She held back on her cheese straw secrets for years, too, but I finally got them out of her. This will be the same!)
All in all, it was a really great experience. Kev and I had a great time, and Tom and my parents did too.
The only change we can actually tell in Tom from his weekend with Grandma and PawPaw is that he now apparently loves watching Nascar and wearing reading glasses.
Other than that — he’s the same.