While I want bourbon and vitamins, I was mainly just being funny there because I also L*O*V*E being at home with my kid in the summertime. I get bummed and depressed at times because I feel like I’m letting him become a vapid, braindead little thing at times, rotting in front of the tv or xbox or or or, or because I can’t stop working and take him to do all the fun stuff that I want to do with him — expanding his young mind, playing hard until we fall down, doing things people forget to do, seeing new things like caves and bugs and whatever else we can find. But I still love having him here with me and getting that time together, no matter what we do with it. There are, of course, days when my husband walks in and I pretty much RUN away, either to the basement, the shower, outside, into a quiet closet, anything, but that has more to do with the fact that the child is constantly noisy and I live a normally very quiet day by myself. Going from 5 daytimes of solid quiet time to a constant 7 days of never.ever.shutting.up would be enough to drive Mother Theresa to swear and consider injecting brandy into the fruit roll-ups.
I learned that I was a little odd in looking forward to break time with my kid when I sat down with some other parents from his class and said, “Who else is excited that it’s almost time for Christmas break?” and had women looking at me like I handed just landed on this planet. They seriously asked if they had heard me correctly and did I mean to say what I actually said?? And was I drunk? I said, really? You don’t? Nope, any change in their child’s daily routine was a horrible trauma for all involved, and having the kid home at that point was tragic and terrible, plus there was the whining and the demanding and and and. I guess we had equal parts of getting lucky and working at it in that respect; we just capitalized on the parts of it that he would like early on, and it mostly worked out well for us. Also helps to not have siblings and that he actually really likes us. And that we stocked him thousands of dollars of Legos. And a dog.
So I feel incredibly lucky to have this time with him, even if I am working my brains out and missing out at the same time. This is probably as close as I can get to having my cake and eating it too. Just some days, I need some liquor to wash it down!