Silly Bee

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.  

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