I’m heading to Nashville tomorrow for a blogger conference. I’m so excited when I think about the cool people I’ll meet and new things I’ll learn, but as thrilled as I am to have this opportunity, I’ve been making myself a little nuts getting ready for it. I’m freaking out about leaving Mason (of course), and I’ve been working like a maniac since I’ll miss two days in the office. I swear my head would have exploded if not for yoga yesterday. As it is, I nearly hyperventilated on the way home tonight just thinking about all that I needed to do before I catch my flight tomorrow. And then some a-hole in a rush to get on the train knocked one of Mason’s brand new tennis shoes off as we were getting off the train, and it fell on the tracks. The station agent actually asked me to lean over the tracks, with Mason in the Ergo, and pinpoint where the shoe feel and then wait for 40 minutes for someone to come retrieve it. Seriously?! I’ll take my chances that someone will find it when they eventually clean the tracks and deliver it to lost and found. Deep breath.
I swear Mason knows I’m leaving, too. He was positively angelic tonight. He giggled through dinner and then he actually ate his food without throwing any on the floor. Miraculous. He helped me pack my suitcase, and then we played Peek-a-Boo with his wash cloth in the bathtub. We sang songs and I gave him a lotion massage before putting him in his jammies. He gave me at least four hugs before I put him in his crib. My heart melted, then it broke as I thought about how he would react when I walk out the door tomorrow. He gets upset anytime I leave the apartment without him, even if I’m just walking down the hall to take out the trash. Another deep breath.
My in-laws are flying in tomorrow morning to stay with Bug. They raised three kids, and they definitely know what they’re doing, so he’s in excellent hands. But I can’t help but feel that nobody can care for Mason like I can. (Doesn’t every mom feel that way?) I’ve been obsessively writing down Mason’s schedule, tips for mealtime, bedtime, etc–and every time I think I’m finished something else comes to mind. Um, did I mention I’m sort of a control freak, especially when it comes to Mason? Luckily they’re patient, understanding people and I don’t think they’ll hold my tome against me. Exhale.
Part of the problem is I’m a stickler for routine, and I feel nearly panicked when I think about our routine getting off-track. Mason goes to bed beautifully and I swear it’s because we did sleep training. He’s starting to follow directions, both at home and at school, so we need to be consistent about what we ask him to do. (Maybe it will help counteract some of the biting action he’s been doing lately.) But I’m pickiest about what he eats. Big surprise, huh. What Mason will eat while I’m in Nashville has been on my mind for weeks. I went on a cooking spree earlier this week, and I stocked the refrigerator and freezer with things that I made and pre-made stuff from the grocery store. The child is so picky these days that I feel like I have to have a million options at any given time. Here’s what I have ready to go. Another exhale. I actually think we’re set.
Lunch and Dinner
Whole-wheat pasta with tomato sauce and meatballs
Macaroni-and-cheese with brown rice noodles
Gnocchi with cheese sauce, broccoli, and peas
Garlic and lime rotisserie chicken (from the grocery store)
Chili with beef and beans (Chris made it, Bug loves the stuff)
Chicken strips for chicken fingers
Honey-baked ham, Swiss cheese, and cheddar cheese
Fresh apples and pears
6 kinds of organic, frozen veggies
3 kinds of organic, frozen fruit
Then there’s a giant stash of snacks in the cupboard above the fridge.
Did I mention I’m only going to be gone for less than 72 hours?
Are you a control freak when it comes to your kids? What are you most obsessive about?