My daughter is acting out Daddy's homecoming in every way possible. She got a new toothbrush. Suddenly it was Daddy toothbrush and the old toothbrush was so happy Daddy was there. This dialogue between the toothbrushes continued for a minute or two.
Have you ever seen a toothbrush hug another toothbrush? I have. It was actually a 3 way hug. Mommy toothbrush was involved too. (Which I'll consider a good sign because tonight my darling child said, "I like Daddy. I don't like you.") Last night she also acted out a Daddy/Child reunion with 2 chips. AND her baby doll just learned its first word. Yup you guessed it- "Daddy". (Baby can almost say "Mama"- another good sign.)
On the flip side, my daughter is sleeping horribly. She wakes up having night terrors (irritated and upset and inconsolable). One night terror was directed at her pillow. So, I took her pillow out and helped her calm down. After some time she laid down and fell asleep. Thirty minutes later she awoke and was irate at me for taking away her pillow. Irate at me sums up a lot of her feeling lately. All her unexplainable, confused emotions hurtled at me full speed. Unless she's cuddling and telling me she loves me or having me make phone calls with her foot. (This is a great time. I have conversations on her foot and we both shake with laughter!)
I can't blame her back and forth behavior. I've been displaying some of that myself.
I've stopped taking care of bills. He's almost home. I just can't muster the energy to open these last envelopes and figure out what needs to happen. Pathetic I know. Maybe writing about it will shame me into taking care of it. Probably not.
I did find the energy to vacuum the whole house. It's getting closer to the "Welcome Home!" state I want it to be in. (I no longer trip on piles of dog hair.)
Some nights I'm eating healthy and trying to make myself do push ups before bed (My husband is in the best physical shape he's ever been in. Me? Not so much. On a good night I do ten pushups. From my knees.) Other nights I'm sitting on the couch eating cookies I made to share with my daughter, but I can eat faster than she can, so I get more. Not my proudest moments, but if you had tasted the cookies you'd understand! (I haven't become a baker. They were given to me premade. I just have to bake them.)
I had my own bad dream last night. A giant turtle was trying to get in my car. And guess what? I was sitting in the passenger seat- right where I WANT to be. That thing was massive and had whiskers and my foot was stuck in the door. Awful. My alarm went off and rescued me. (I've never had any fear of turtles! I've never really given them any thought.)
Annie made me cry tonight. The closing song, "Together at Last" hit so close to home. Daddy Warbucks and Annie are singing, "I don't need anyone, anyone, anyone but you!" Then there was a 3 (almost 4) way hug between Daddy Warbucks, Annie, Grace, and Sandy the dog. They were so happy. All their awful problems were behind them (or in the case of evil Ms. Hannigan, drunk on top of an elephant).
What a perfectly fitting song! Our fears of turtles and pillows will evaporate when we get to sing that song together. Hopefully so will all (most?) of our odd behaviors. (**WARNING TO MY HUSBAND- we are so wrapped up in that song and that moment, that we might expect you to recreate the tap dance/singing performance. Aren't ALL happy moments celebrated with a song and choreographed dance? We think so! It doesn't matter if you know the words. We'll teach you. Please come home anyway. Soon. Otherwise it might be me drunk on an elephant.**)
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