November 14, 2013 by Katia
This week 4 Year Old and I purchased a few books at his school’s book fair. One of them was appealingly titled An Ode to Underwear and was selected by my son. As it turned out when he described it to his teacher as a How To Make a Robot book, he thought it was a how-to-make-a-robot book. I did not know that when I was quietly admiring his progressive sense of humour and originality and may have rewarded these qualities with a kiss or five or eleventy on the head. Whatever. I still think he is progressive.
In light of what I just told you, you may have found a newly-gained disapproval for the today’s post’s title, but let me reassure you. I do not intend to draw a comparison between my appreciation for my husband and the ‘didn’t spend a second thinking about you all day but good to know you’re still here!’ kind of appreciation one experiences when they are confronted with this morning’s pink ribbon underwear choice, an appreciation one has for a purely functional and occasionally decorative item such as underwear. Underwear is a necessity, I sometimes tell Four Year Old, because society says so. They’re a functional necessity that sometimes comes with ribbons on it. Husbands never wear ribbons.
As you’re reading this 37 Year Old is on an airplane. He’s travelling far, but coming back on Monday. I think of him in a lot of different ways. He is definitely functional. Whenever I think about the upcoming four day solo gig, a strange prayer starts forming up in my head.
- Please don’t let the Netflix wii remote break while he is gone. I do not think I can handle the consequences of a Pink Panther-deprived Four Year Old.
- Please don’t let there be a toilet overflow.
- Please don’t let me have any nightmares.
- Please don’t let any super creepy bugs with many legs show up.
- Please don’t let anyone get really sick.
- And please, PLEASE don’t let the internet break.
As the weird prayer was launched into the universe I realized its pettiness as I thought of my single mom friends. My single mom mom. My single mom mother in law. But that’s not even why I’m scratching the list.
We had such a perfect morning today of regularness and non-regularness. Dropping the kids off at daycare, bickering about life’s minutiae alongside life’s “life changings”, cleaning the house for Four Year Old’s playdate, but also ricotta and lemon filled blintzes for me and pumpkin and coconut pecan pancakes for him during a 9 am “brunch”. I knew what his choice would be before he had even decided. I chose the dish he named as a potential item of interest for me the same moment the cafe owner’s neatly scribbled letters in white chalk activated my taste buds.
I didn’t know I’d grow sad when I studied his face in the car right before he drove off. I didn’t know I’d remember all of a sudden he was a necessity on a whole different level. You don’t expect to still feel that way about your high school sweetheart.
What are the things you dread most will happen while your partner’s away?
This has been my way around the topic “when it comes to my previous relationships, my husband thinks” presented by this week’s Finish The Sentence Friday. Please check out our terrific hosts:
Stephanie at Mommy, For Real
Kristi at Finding Ninee
Janine at Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyaholic