It’s Friday, September 17th and I have no clue what to write about. When I asked Niko for suggestions, he told me not to write anything for the next few weeks because I am a precious little guy! I was like, that is nice, but I like writing even if it’s just a few sentences. So, I guess I am done writing. That was easy.
Actually, I am not done writing. I do have more on my mind.
I have been working from home since last April and have only had to be onsite for a few weeks scattered sporadically. Two of those days were last Monday and Tuesday. At several times throughout those two days, I kept thinking to myself, why am I wearing jeans, socks, and shoes? I know when I am gone, Niko says it’s quiet, but I know for a fact that he misses me. When I came home Monday, he was all over me and trying to tackle me on our imaginary wrestling ring; which just happens to be our enormous bean bag.
And, those two days, when I got him for pee at 2:45 am, I couldn’t say to him; after we finished and he is tucked back in bed, I will see you for breakfast. I got like two hours those nights when I arrived home with him and it felt rushed.
