Yes, separation anxiety has taken it's full blown shape, my friends. From the moment I walk in the door my baixinho (bai-chin-o) sees is me and only me and dad and vovó (grandma in Portuguese) no longer exist.
It's the cutest thing- he takes this big deep sigh and let's out an excited "mama!" because his little heart feels so complete when he sees me. I feel the same way too, saaaame way. Best part of my day is coming home to him.
I came home today super tired from my big meeting with an extreme headache but the moment I saw him my headache subsided and I pushed through the tiredness to play and hang out with him before his bedtime.
Soon after he fell asleep the tiredness came back and so did my headache. I love that; it's like my internal mommy clock/instinct-thingy knows how important what little time I have with him in the evenings are precious and limited that it helps me out. That's it head, give me a splitting headache, I don't mind, I'm used to them by now anyway but please keep them at bay til after my time with my Nik.
I do, sometimes miss the days when I could sit in my bathroom alone, uninterrupted while I studied my pores for minutes on end. Nowadays, I feel lucky that I can multitask in the shower and wash my face while I shave...
oh but this face, oh this face makes it all worth it.
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