Truman and I kiss Daddy goodbye (come to think about it, did I kiss Rodney goodbye this morning.. sorry babe) and we walk out the door to the first day of school, the first step on a hopefully 21year long journey for him - yes he's 18mo old and I'm already talking about college. I take off in hopes that traffic won't be bad as I'm going to risk taking the freeway all the way there.. well that wouldn't have been so bad if the idiots that planned the I-5 express lanes had incorporated a way to get OFF of the express lanes in order to get on 520 across the water.... so Truman and I take the not-so-express way all the way into Seattle only to turn around and head back across the water.. AWESOME!
We get to school and I'm thinking okay how am I going to get all of this stuff and Truman into the daycare, will he walk himself or start running the other way? I decide to let him walk his cute little self into school and he does! only to turn on the waterworks as soon as we get in the door. I actually expected this so I'm enjoying the cuddling and the attention but he needs to learn that Mama will always come back.. lesson number 1!
I leave, I go to work, jump right into some meetings, learning new things because I recently moved to a new team and have a whole new set of challenges... Challenges that unfortuantely are being clouded by my continued wondering about how Truman's day is going... I fight the urge to sit and stare and start reading documents and planning out classes that I think would help me get ramped up quickly!
blah blah blah, ran some errands, did some more work, attended some more meetings and 4:30pm is finally here so I can go pick up Truman... I am like a horse heading back to the barn once I hit the door.. lol - Truman did great on his first day, alligator tears flowed down his face when I picked him up but he was so polite to his teacher that between sobs he made sure to wave bye bye and blow her a kiss..
After only a 35min nap today, when he usually gets 2.5hrs I figured he would sleep on the way home but nope.. wasn't having it - so after calling Grammy, Gramma and Daddy to tell them about our day we are still sitting in traffic and I have know realized that I forgot a house key this morning and make the call to Rodney that he will need to leave work and head home. I get another call from him about 5min later and Lola (our 67 LandCruiser pickup) has decided to die (of course it did) - Rodney waves his magic wand and gets it going again and is on his way home (wuhuuu!).
Its now about 5:45pm and I know that Truman is hungry and running on fumes so I have this battle in my head of the need for him to eat sooner or later vs feeding him a hamburger from Burger King... which I know I was raised on and I don't have problems with giving him a happy-meal or fast-food once in awhile but I seem to have this battle in my head about making sure I do the best thing for him nutritionally ALL THE TIME.. (ugh) but I'll save that for another blog..
We get Burger King, Truman's happy as can be saying ham-bur-ger, ham-bur-ger.. we get home, Rodney gets home, we get into the house, Truman gets a shower, we watch some Yo Gabba Gabba and off to bed he goes! In the world of a mama this is not the end of the day only the beginning of a new one, one that could possibly include some 'me-time'! I get Truman's lunch together, make some blueberry bread for tomorrow and breakfasts this week (nothing fancy, from the box) and get some dinner together (which to be really honest doesn't happen very often because Rodney is the chef of the house). Tonights me-time involves some TV and sugar free pudding and some solving of the world problems with the hubby just in time to get up and do it again tomorrow.
-Good day Mama
Love, Love, Love!
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