Back to School

My vacation ended today and the family was forced to return to the same old routine. Cutie Pie went back to school today and I went back to work. I was prepared for the worst when I dropped him off at school this morning. I put a tissue in my pocket in preparation for the flood of tears that was sure to come. I knew in my heart that Cutie Pie would take one look at his classroom and clutch my shirt, begging me to take him home. None of this happened. Instead, we were greeted at the door by his Teachers. Everyone was delighted to see my Cutie Pie after his week away from school. He was thrilled to be getting so much attention. He started smiling and flirting, using his special Cutie Pie powers to charm everyone in sight. The least he could have done is cry a little bit. Is that really asking too much? It turned out that I didn't even need the tissue. I was able to hold my tears back all the way to work.

I returned to my role as a working mother. I have two lives: Mommy and Professional. As Mommy I am often covered in baby food and drool. I sing Cutie Pie's favorite songs endlessly, I dance around and make funny faces. I try not to cry when Cutie Pie gets a big handful of my hair, which is already falling out in clumps and does not need any extra help from him, thank you very much.

As a professional, I dress up but sometimes still wear a little drool. I listen to whining all day and say things that other people want to hear. I still make funny faces but only when my office door is closed. I have a Neverending To-Do list that I never seem to put a dent in. No one tries to pull out my hair but I get the feeling that they would if they could. So my days at work are spent pretty much like they are at home. The only difference is that I get to interact with adults, make a difference in the lives of the people in my community and I miss my Cutie Pie.

Cutie Pie also seems to have two lives. At home he hates bananas. He has never eaten a spoonful of bananas in my presence. I tried to give him a taste of bananas over the weekend to see if he changed his mind. He gagged like I was choking him and spit it right out. Today at school, he ate all his bananas. That's my little monkey!

When I went to pick up Cutie Pie this afternoon, I heard three words I never wanted to hear: Boo-Boo Report. Cutie Pie is still an amateur sitter. He bumped his head on the floor, leaving a little pink mark on his bald spot. I myself have thought about wearing a catcher's glove when he's practicing his sitting to help me catch his little noggin. Under "treatment" on the report it said they gave him hugs and kisses until he felt better. He was fine when I got there to pick him up. It turns out Cutie Pie did cry today after all.

My head doesn't go on the floor, the floor goes on my head!

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