My Broken Heart

Woe is me. My son no longer loves me. At least he certainly didn't last night. Once Joe got home yesterday from work, I spent an hour or so prepping for my big night out. That's right, I was leaving the house alone to... wait for it.... the suspension is killing you isn't it????..... go grocery shopping. Whee, the joys of being a stay at home mom. :) After Tyler finished nursing I handed him off to Joe, and I gathered my list and my carefully clipped and organized coupons. I was prepared to spend money while saving money all at the same time. Blows your mind, doesn't it? Regardless, I was ready to leave and so said my goodbyes to the two loves of my life. I bent down to give Tyler a kiss, and he turned his head away from me! My baby! How dare he! I was so broken hearted I instinctually reverted to childhood and started pouting. Joe, of course, was laughing. Joe then tried to cover his tracks (and Tyler's) by saying "he didn't mean it" and "it was just a coincidence" and something about bad timing and trying it again. It didn't matter, the damage had been done. And, Joe's attempts at making me feel better didn't work, as he couldn't wipe the grin off of his face.

Boo Hoo. I did manage to get in a few kisses afterwards, but still my poor heart and feelings were stinging. Having given birth to a boy, I am well aware that this moment was bound to happen (being too cool to kiss the mom). But I wasn't prepared for it to happen this early on.