And though I love his little face off, and often times he is the easier person that I deal with during the day, I realized that I needed him to go.
Because I crave routine.
And I know it is only 2 days a week, but day one felt so niiiiiiiiice.
He was so excited to get back also, and just as we walked through the front door, he said, "I love this school momma!"
Back home, I watched Kelly and Michael without being asked to turn it to Nick Jr.
I drank my coffee...
And I cleaned my house without Maddox pulling out every toy we have ever owned right behind me!
Beckham got the Ipad all to himself, with no fights.
He and I turned last night's mashed potatoes into today's cheesy-potato croquettes and we made spicy green beans without having to make an entirely different meal for our picky eaters.
[I laughed because when Beckham saw me start preparing lunch, he immediately pushed the chair over to me like big brother does.
He may not have the words, but this child gets his point across!]
but he sure was excited to see Maddox.
We both were.
We ate an early dinner (of Tomato basil soup and Italian grilled cheese), Maddox practiced a little reading for Daddy, and then these boys went to crazy-town while I went on call!
(P.S. We don't watch SpongeBob... But I'll never pass up $2 pajamas. I love a deal! )
Tonight, I realized that this was the final cure-all.
I am not getting summer back any time soon. No water parks, zoo trips, playing at the park, or chilling at the pool with our pals...
But I am getting back some order.
Annnnnnnd I am not starting back to college (however I did end up with 2 As and 1 B as a full time student at UTA, a full time mom and a part time nurse.... tooting of own horn happening here) with the rest of my classmates...
and I did register today for a mother's day out group that I will start meeting with every once a week at the end of this month, with the first study on marriage.
I have a date with my friend Candace to cook and prepare some freezer meals to help simplify dinner time...
Maddox is going to start flag football in a couple of months...
and Beckham is just 3 1/2 months from two!
Winter will be over before I know it and I will be cursing this moment that I am whipping through the calender!
But we are back on schedule.
(Now, if only Lance would get that Christmas crap back up into the attic where it belongs, I would have nothing to complain about.... for a minute.)