09 May 2011
He's definitely mine
Ambrose wants to stay home today and keeps blaming it on the fact that he's, "Too tired" or "Not feeling well." I can't detect any actual sickness and concluded that it's a mental health day. I took these all the time as a kid and always thought I was fooling my mom so expertly.
Now that I am older I realize that all those mental health days had less to do with my stellar acting skills and more to do with a really understanding and patient mom. I try to remember that when I really want Ambrose to go to Happy School so I can get my list of to-dos crossed off.
The minute I declared we could stay home and watch Coraline I felt relief to be in my PJ shirt and leggings all day. It's hard for me to be social day in and day out and it always has been. Don't get me wrong. I'm not some hermit, but in many ways I'm still looking for the perfect excuse to get me out of another day navigating the halls of my high school full of people to figure out and quizes I never studied for. Some times you just need a moment or day or even week to pad around your home with the hum of your kids playing in the background and the enticement of your sewing cabinet or a good book or even the feverish ramblings of your own pen on a solid, trusty notebook to rejuvenate you to face life again.
I don't think I'm weird. Just not wired for everyday get-up and go!
It's not so strange right? Ambrose seems to understand this burrowing instinct. He must be mine.