Oscar is off at a sleepover with his grandparents. Woo-hoo, right? Par-tay! Only one kid to feed and dress and bath and entertain all day long? What a sweet mini vacay.
But, not really.
Because I miss the hell out of him and I want him to come home.
I love Oscar and most times, when he's not drinking poison and mocking me, I enjoy having him around. He's fun, he's sweet, he makes me laugh. He gives me kisses and hugs several times a day. Lately, when I'm nursing the baby, he'll come up on the couch and cuddle up next to us. It breaks my freaking heart.
It's not that I'm not enjoying my alone time with Miles. It has been wonderful. He and I have taken this opportunity to nurse and nap most of the day, something infant Oscar and I spent lots to time doing, but Miles and I have rarely done. And he's been smiling up a storm. It's like a smile parade around here, even when he wakes up at 3am, he's a grinning fool.
But, you know, he's just not as INTERESTING as Oscar. And it's kinda boring around here without Oscar. I mean, my house hasn't been ransacked in two whole days. I barely know what to do with myself.
Just to be clear, it's not at all that I don't want Oscar spending time with his grandparents. I do. I think it's important that they and he get one-on-one time together, that he feels comfortable with them, and that he has a chance to have the spotlight all to himself. Really important stuff.
So, am I totally nuts? Is it completely insane that instead of being grateful that my in-laws have taken Oscar all I want is for him to come home? Give it to me straight. I can take it.