Home Alone...Sorta...

Two years ago October 27th, my life changed.  It was a change that I have never for a second regretted.  One that I have thanked God for everyday since then.  On that day, I became a Mommy.  I hardly remember the days before I was a mommy.  It's my job.  It's what I love.
For two years, (even more so here recently), I haven't even been able to go to the bathroom alone.  I brush my teeth with two eyes watching, I shower with Elmo toys, I make dinner with two "helping hands," I shop with a special "cart pushing helper," everything I do, I have a sidekick.  And I love it.  (Ok, there are days that I could survive going grocery shopping without a 10 minute visit to see the "ishies," but for the most part...)
Today, I was lucky enough to get to spend the day with Dave, who's on vacation this week.  We took Reilly to Ms. Betsy's, went shopping at Wal-Mart, and stopped for breakfast.  It was about 8:15 when I started to miss my little man.  I mean, really, really miss him.  Going to Ms. Betsy's isn't anything new.  But every other day that he goes there, I go directly to school, where I am crazy busy for 9 hours before I go back and pick him up.  It's not that I don't think of him often when I am at school, but I become a "mom" to a whole new crew of kids that need my full attention, and I'm consumed with their needs.  So I'm not sitting at home, staring at his toys without him being there.
After breakfast, we headed home and I was a mommy without a job.  It was CRAZY how much I missed that kid.  I'm NEVER home without hearing the pitter pat of feet, the giggles, and the toys (Oh, the toys and their noise!)   At one point, I started playing with the school bus that sings, "The Wheels On The Bus" because I was missing the noise and smiles that fill my walls.
Although I loved being home with Dave today, and know that we needed the time together, I also found out that I'm not a good Mommy when my little guy is not home with me. I miss him way to much.  I spent a good part of the day trying to bring him up in conversation and counting the hours until we could pick him up.
Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of other things to do to keep my busy, (laundry, dishes, sweeping, cleaning, dusting, laundry, straightening up, laundry...) but I just didn't feel that would be quality time off from work!  :)  Besides, it will still be here this weekend...when thankfully, my little helper will be here to assist!