Father and Son Time
The other night , which happened to be Friday, James and I headed to bed super early. Austin was downstairs watching Suite Life on Deck. On weekends, we let him stay up later, unsupervised if we can’t make it to 10pm.
We have been wandering around in a fog, frantically organizing this gigundo house and doing renovations, with only a couple hours of sleep each night. Reign has decided that he is not going to sleep through the night anymore, probably because he knows how much work we have on our plate.
As we were laying in our bed, drifting off into a much needed slumber, we heard a very soft knocking on our bedroom door.
“Come in.” we both said.
We’re used to Austin choosing the most appropriate times to ask us to get him a snack (which by the way, he is most capable of doing himself).
Austin slowly made his way over to my side of the bed when I noticed he was trying desperately not to cry.
I wrapped my arms around him in my protective mama bear hold and asked him what was wrong.
Then tears like Niagara Falls. I’ve never been to Niagara Falls, but if I had to picture what it looks like, I would say it resembles how bad Austin was crying.
Austin: Normally Daddy makes time for me to do something during the day. But he’s been too busy lately with the house, that he hasn’t played with me.
My heart broke.
James: Buddy, I will always have time for you. We’ve been so wrapped up in everything. Just ask me if you want to do something and we’ll do it.
Austin: Okay.
I hugged him even tighter.
James: First thing in the morning, I will get some stuff done, and then it’s you and me, whatever you want to do.
Me: Are you feeling better?
Austin: Yeah.
He layed with us for awhile and then decided that he was fine and wanted to go watch t.v.
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