Jan 18th, 2007
D-Day
Jess and I made sure to focus the holiday gift giving on Colin, although we split the stocking stuffing. End result is that we didn’t lavish each other with gifts - we rarely do that anyway, not really our style. But I wanted to give her something, and in the finest tradition of the “Good for 3 back rubs” homemade card type of gift, I offered to give her a day off. A full day to do whatever she wanted, completely relieved of any regular motherly duties. Seemed like a great idea at the time, and she seemed to be pleasantly surprised - all good.
The date she had no hesitancy selecting was Jan. 20th - two days from now. I had been looking forward to this, getting a chance for a “guy’s day” with Colin, free of womanly influence. That is, until the last couple of days. For a few different reasons - yoga class, doctor’s appointments, etc. - I’ve been flying solo with Colin a number of times recently. The constant refrain throughout most of those three-plus hours…”where Mommy is?”
By constant refrain, I mean just that - he must have asked me 50 times if he asked me once yesterday, and no amount of explanation, re-explanation, modified explanation and re-re-explanation made the question go away. Long story short, full day with no Mommy outlet during a clear Mommy-centric phase spells anxious Daddy. Hopefully I’m overreacting.