Today I was away from my wild thing for four hours. FOUR hours. It seems like nothing. He goes to daycare for this many hours a few times each week. I always go check on him, cuddle, nurse, or visit for a little bit each day. Today, I didn't. Today, I trusted his teachers. Trusted that they would call me if he needed to nurse. They didn't call. My wild thing ate a ton of food...I mean, a ton for him. And nursed as soon as I got there, a ravenous little beast. Now he's crashed in the backseat cozy, with me. We survived. We came back together, like always.
I love my wild thing and miss him like the dickens when we're apart. I also have school work, research responsibilities, and a thesis to write. Today, four hours. Tomorrow, a thesis.
