CeReBrAL GuMbo.....

"I've never been in love like this before
Now let me pray to keep you from
The perils that will surely come
See life for you my prince has just begun
And I thank you for choosing me
To come through unto life to be
A beautiful reflection of his grace
See I know that a gift so great
Is only one God could create
And I'm reminded every time I see your face"

You spend 9 whole months creating him, you've bonded before birth and after he's born, you spend close to 3 months of one-on-one time with the new man in your life. You learn all the quirks, have many a sleepless night and you realize that your heart no longer resides in your chest, but is a 14 pound ball of smiles and laughs with a face that looks half yours. And then--you have to go back to work.

Maternity leave is up, bills need to be paid and frankly, you are going stir crazy in the house. After months of calling and interviewing, you finally find someone who you trust to take care of your little guy while you're away all day and the moment you walk up to the door to drop him off for the first time you think, "what the heck am I doing?"

I recently had that revelation of sorts when I dropped my son off with the sitter for the first time. We walked in the door I gave my detailed instructions (because no one else in the world besides me is capable of looking after a baby) and as I make a big fuss waving goodbye, my son briefly glances my way and his attention is immediately diverted by the sitter waving a singing panda in his face.

I walked you to the sitter's door like I was going to the electric chair and reluctantly hand you over because it was almost unbearable to let you go for a whole day without me and all I got was a glance?

But that glance gave me comfort and made it a little easier to leave because I knew you would be fine and well entertained. It showed me you were comfortable which helped me breathe easy. 

But gosh kid, can't I a least get a goodbye laugh next time?

My simple errand to pick up my son's birth certificate from the court house turned into the wedding crashing event of the millennium.

Me: (Walks in building and to the front desk) Hi, where do I go to get a copy of my son's birth certificate?

Front Desk Lady: Room 148

Me: Thanks!

I walked to room 148 and there were two of them--148a and 148b...I walked into A.

Me: (Opens door to a wedding in progress) Oops! I'm so sorry! (As I shamefully hang my head and try to back out gracefully)

Random Wedding Guest: No, no, no, no! Come! Come in! Please!

Me: Oooookay

Random Wedding Guest: (Hands me a glass of sparkling cider as the wedding is in progress) Welcome!

So, I drank my sparkling cider and watched this wedding--which was beautiful by the way and once the wedding was over, I said my congrats and attempted to leave out.

Random Wedding Guest: No, no, no! Pictures! Please!

Me: No, I couldn't...

Random Wedding Guest: Yes! Come! (As he pulls me into the pic with the ENTIRE family...including the bride and groom)

I finally finagled my way out and got my son's birth certificate, but what a way to spend your lunch!

True Story.