Xavier's First Week as a Bachelor
Greetings to everyone.
Week one of Bachelor Training for Boys is complete. I think it was more of Single Dad training.
Overall, the week went by quickly enough. By Thursday, Xavier grew tired of being passed off to different baby sitters and school. The routine he has grown accustomed to definitely was not being adhered to, and he began to make a few complaints. His primary complaint meant clinging so tightly to Dad as to become part of Dad's body. I'm telling you, no monkey ever clings to its mommy so tightly. Xavier perfected the art!
I encourage him by telling him how well he is doing in his part to support the family needs and goals. He puts on a good face, but still he longs for the days of yore (which may only be two weeks ago, but that's a very long time for a two-year old).
We have been Skyping every night with Mom. Unfortunately, our big 70" TV does not support Skype. This is a major bummer as we had hoped it would. Now, we are constrained to smaller screens for our nightly Mommy visits.
Starting Tuesday, Dad began needing more frequent visits to the "little boys room." Although feeling well, still the visit frequency increased as the week progressed. I began considering what I may have eaten Sunday or Monday.
Waking up Friday I felt incredibly weak physically and needed the "little boys room" a lot. Drinking a glass of water went straight through me; every ounce I drank was accounted for less than 20 minutes later.
Fortunately, Xavier had a babysitter scheduled so I could make it into the office (Tuesday through Thursday I work from home so Xavier can get to school and speech therapy). It was all I could do to load him up and get him over to the sitter's house. I returned home and slept the day: eight hours, and I nearly could not get up to go pick Xavier up.
I dreaded bringing Xavier home, thinking he was going to want to play and include me in all manner of activity just as he did the previous nights in the week. There was no way I could rise to that challenge; I could barely sit up on the couch (and I am not exaggerating; I was a limp noodle), and I was drop-dead tired.
God has great mercies! Xavier was content to play so long as I was on the same couch with him and paying him attention. Every so often I needed to grunt or say something.
He went to bed on time and easily for me; another blessing. I waited up until I knew Xavier had gone to sleep, then hit the sheets myself. Xavier chose Saturday to sleep in late and let me sleep also. I got up feeling much better and able to move about the house.
Still, I find it amusing that Xavier chose Friday night to get serious about rearranging a room in the house. Our furniture in that room (Middle Earth, his play room) is still arranged for the Christmas Tree (now packed away). Xavier does not like the arrangement; it cramps his play space significantly. He chose Friday night to want to move the furniture back. At one point he asked me to move the couch. When I explained I was too weak to move it, he tried very hard at moving it himself, turning red in the face with the attempt. When the couch would not move, he tried moving the ottoman with the same resolve. In the end, he had to settle for being mad the couch still took up the space for his Hot Wheels track.