Today as I was leaving for work Seger said ‘you are gonna put on your glasses, Mommy?’ If he didn’t I would have been blind all day. God! I love him!
Today Seger was caressing my knees and asked ‘What is fuzzy?’ I told him it’s hair growing out of my knee. He said ‘I don’t like it’. I guess I don’t either. It wouldn’t feel prickly if I didn’t shave. But I do, so I should just shave, right? I’m over critical of myself. I’d tell anyone else ‘who cares’. Seger cares and I get it. Shave or don’t shave, choose one. Am I trying to make someone think I’m the shaving type? Why do I shave? I love my legs smooth like butter. Then I get lazy. Most people wouldn’t consider me lazy. But all would consider me inconsistent.
It was a really cute moment.
The fact that he goes to sleep within 20 minutes again makes me think I can do Anything!
The trick, if you’re wondering, is massaging his feet until we both zone out. He feels the calm so I can leave him to do the rest on his own. Fuck yeah!