This weekend is my stepsister's bridal shower that I will be going home for. Michael was going to come with me and hang out with friends and what not, when he decided to stay home and work on our kitchen (I never thought I would get excited over new counter tops, sink, and stove. You know you are getting older when...) He asked what I thought about leaving Davis here with him and having the weekend to myself. For some reason, right off the bat, I started to get butterflies in my stomach. I felt a nervous pang, but not nervous in the sense that I didn't trust Michael to take care of him. I'm still on the phone with Michael and he is still waiting for me to say something. This is weird! Right? I've been begging, praying, screaming for a break and here it is and I feel weird about it. But of course, I'm going by myself anyway!
Random thoughts fill my head of Davis and Michael together over the weekend. My little man has diaper rash for the first time and screams every time he needs a diaper change. Poor baby! Will Michael be gentle with his fire engine red bum and proceed with caution? Too bad I can't find caution tape and wrap it around his diapers! Will he warm his food like I do? Sing him his goofy songs when he's screaming? Inevitably, the answer is no. I know this. I do realize that moms and dad are of different species and we nurture and want to take care of our babies, and dads do everything the quick and easy way. Like they will make a man out of a six month old, or something.
I'm for the first time, in I have no idea how long, having a few nights with friends and I am really looking forward to it. I don't know what I'll do with myself, not having to wake up and feed Davis as soon as I get up. Seems strange already. I know everything will be fine, hopefully my separation anxiety will separate from me after I'm with the girls. (But of course I'll be the mom and call and check in every once in a while!)