Ok, so Channing is out of town. He went to Philadelphia for a business conference, and I'm here at home with Asher. I'm missing my hubby and I'm missing my three year old.
You may wonder where Tristan is. Let me give you a hint. Tomorrow, this is what he'll be yelling (along with 80 something thousand others), "GOOOOOO DAWGS! SIC 'EM! WOOF WOOF WOOF!" Yep, he's gone to Athens to the Georgia game.
A couple of months back when I was expected to go on this trip with Channing, he asked his parents if they would keep Tristan. Of course, they were thrilled and eagerly agreed. Well plans changed, and I decided to stay home. Guess who didn't want the plans to change? RIGHT! Channing's parents. They still wanted to take Tristan to the game. This posed a dilemma for me. With him going, that meant that I would have to stay home all alone (ok, so I know Asher is here, but he's 7 months old! He can't even talk to me, and he sure can't sleep with me. He likes his bed too much).
Those of you who know me know that I'm a big huge chicken. I hate to stay alone. In fact, I've been dreading it all week. I've worried about sleeping alone and having to get up if/when Asher wakes up during the night. The whole idea makes me nervous, so last night I asked Tristan if he was still going to go to the game today. This was our conversation:
Me: Tristan, are you still going to go with MiMi to Athens tomorrow?
Me: Poor Mommy! I'm guess I'll stay home all by mineownself (one of Tristan's words).
Him: Mommy, why don't you and Little Tiny come? (aka Asher)
Me: Well baby, Asher doesn't like sleeping at the hotel, and he'll keep everyone up.
Him: (crying) I don't want to go.
Me: I was just kidding, buddy! Mommy wants you to go. I want you to have fun.
Him: I don't want to go! (more tears) I want to stay here with you!!!
So this went on for about five minutes, and I finally just told him we would talk about it this morning.
This morning came, and he still didn't want to go. I felt so fortunate and so terrible all at the same time. I felt so fortunate because my little three year old cared more about my feelings than his own. He wanted to stay home to keep me company and to keep me happy. Although I know he loves me, that just made my heart melt! I mean, the kid really really loves me! I felt like the most important person in the world at that point.
On the flip side, I also felt terrible. I never meant to make him feel bad. I was really just kidding. I didn't want him to sacrifice his weekend of fun for me. Thank goodness I was able to convince him that I would be fine and that we would talk on the phone lots and lots.
So now, here I sit...just me, the baby, and the dog. I'm counting down the hours 'til my hubby and my precious little man come home. I'm arming myself with the Word so I won't be scared tonight.
I'll let you know how it goes! :)
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