Gavin was home sick from school yesterday. Which was frustrating, since we pay so much for day care and they are so quick to send kids home. I get it: germs. No mom wants their kids getting sick from the snotty kid at school. Well, so far I am two for two - my kids are the snotty kids. And I swear, they are hardly ever actually sick! I blame over-active adenoids. At any rate, Gavin was home and I was home with him. Using leave I don't have. I emailed my boss first thing:
I'm sure I'll completely waste the day doing nothing useful, but I'm home with Gavin. I'll check email if anything comes up.
A day doing nothing useful. But what is useful? Cleaning, folding laundry, pushing a vacuum? Finding a better home for the towels than the guest room floor? Ironing? Decorating the house for fall? I could have done all of those things and more. I could have mopped, washed windows, weeded the "garden." I could have been so very useful.
Instead, I snuggled with my little buddy in bed. I played peekaboo and patty cake till my sides hurt from laughing with happy little Gavin. I rolled on the (unvacuumed) floor, to give Gavin a good role model for tummy time. I sang silly songs. I rocked to my child sleep. I spent my day as a mom, and nothing more. Not a friend, wife, coworker, house manager. Just a mom.
So did I do anything useful yesterday? I think I did a whole lot of useful.
Pouring my heart out.