So I had to fly to the US on super short notice to help fix the shite that's currently hitting the fan at work...means I finally got forced into my first extended trip away from Dylan (and is also the reason why I've been blog-slacking again of late. I hope you'll forgive me but the past 2 weeks have been a roller-coaster of insanity and I've been working around the freaking clock...my colleague here in Phoenix asked his boss if I was a vampire.)
So yeah...most of the time it's okay - while I'm crazy busy I'm not thinking about the littlest Schnegg. But when the long day is over and I'm having dinner for one or hanging out in the hotel room with me, myself and I, I miss the hell out of that little bugger.
Crazy thing? I miss our middle-of-the-night snuggles when he wakes up and wants to eat. You know all those moms who beg and plead and pray for their kids to sleep through the night? Apparently I'm not one of those. I love another chance for snuggles - especially since those are some of the only snuggles that he allows (being as he passes out while he's eating and is sleeping before I even get to burp him).
Have tried skyping with him and calling him to talk at him over the loudspeaker. Both confused the hell out of him, I think. He's used to skyping with his gramma but could not figure out what his mama was doing in the computer with her. The phone created more tears than anything, since daddy wouldn't let him play with the buttons for fear of hanging up on me. But he did spend the first few minutes after G put me on loudspeaker staring at the phone in awe and pointing at it.
In any case, I've almost made it all the way through. Moved my flight up a day and am flying home tomorrow afternoon. Mommies move mountains to get done early when they're missing their babies.
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