Nostalgia and Insanity

Nostalgia and insanity. I feel I've been swinging between the two lately. As a mom, I've learned to take everything one day at a time and to try to never let anything be that big of a deal. Clearly, if you know me, I'm failing miserably at both of these things. But I'm trying, people, I'm trying. :)

This pretty much sums up the situation:

Why am I teetering on the brink of insanity?

Well (jury duty, grad school, thesis writing, mommyhood, job aside), the toddler has been uuuper-super-duper clingy lately. Like, whoa.

We're talking, I can be playing with him in the playroom for twenty minutes, and I get up to change the laundry to the dryer, and he will start screaming hysterically. We're talking he doesn't like to be in the highchair because it's simply too far away from Mommy. Every morning, we walk with two of my friends and their babies, and every morning we let the kiddos play for thirty minutes or so afterward. Nope. He won't have it. If one of the other toddlers gets too close to me, he goes. to. pieces.

I'm just about ready to rip my hair out.

But, I know this--like the rest of my very limited parenting experience tells me--is just a phase. (Oh Lord, please let it just be a phase.)

This morning after our walk, we met some friends at The Painted Pig to make Grandparent's Day gifts.

This is how that went (in case you haven't already guessed):

Being ready to rip your hair out by eleven is never a good sign. In fact, it's a sign that a verrrrry looooong day is headed your way.

But enough complaining about that. It's a phase. It's a phase. It's a phase.

I'd like to end on a positive note. So, why am I nostalgic?

Here's why:

Yes, that is my son's new backpack for mother's day out.

I know it's silly, because it's just one day a week, but I am seriously getting teary-eyed just thinking about it (also, I'm getting fearful of the phone call that my son simply will not stop crying, and I need to pick him up, and of course I cannot get what precious little money I have back).

I know I'm going to get more work done. I know it's going to be good for him (duh, did you read the first part of this post??). I know that it's the first step in the MDO, Pre-school, (sniffle, sniffle) HALF-DAY Kindergarten road.

But still.

It makes me sad that he has a little backpack, and that I'm going to pack his little lunch, and that I really, really am going to miss him alllllll day long.

So, here's to nostalgia and insanity. Two emotions that probably are not too far separated for most mothers out there. :)