As I type this, I'm away from my Schmafes (one of my 154 nicknames for Jameson) for the first time since diagnosis.
I'm currently in Sioux Falls, SD for new-hire training and meet-and-greet at our company headquarters. The boys are in Rapid with daddy.
I'm not worried. I know Matt will take good care of my baby. But this is the first time I've spent any time away from my delicate boy at all since diagnosis. Yikes. I like being in control, this is just one of my characteristic traits. So I'm not thrilled with being 340 miles away from my fat pig. But like I said, I know he is in good hands, and that daddy is doing a fantastic job of taking care of him.
I plan on being home sometime Wednesday night. I'm enjoying being able to lounge and not have to chase two young boys around, but I miss my crazy kiddos at the same time. They are definitely where my heart is!
I got this sweet reminder when I tried to put on my boots for dinner, and couldn't get my feet inside: