So tonight I was laying in bed looking at the “silly bee” my son made me at school today and i literally started to get upset. No, not because my son made a bee that look like he had too much sambuca in his honey, but I just pictured him trying to figure out what he was doing.
I get sad thinking about him there sometimes. Making a stupid bee. He doesn’t know what he’s doing or why he’s doing it… Like he probably is so sad with out mom and dad there.
Then I start freaking out and weird thoughts start running through my mind. Like: “does he wonder if he’s being forced into manual labor? Or, why am I sitting here at this table with this glue? Why can’t I can’t get up and play? I just want to play.”
I know, I know… I’m ivertored and need some sleep. My parent brain is starting to overheat. It’s constantly in worry mode lately. But I guess that’s what being a parent is all about… Worrying and learning to like KidzBop.