Lofton is settling into work just fine. Although he had some initial hesitation and apprehension over becoming a salesman, things are going very well for him. This is certainly an adjustment, salesmen don’t have the same authority managers do, but we still firmly believe we have made the right decision.
I am also settling into my routine. My mornings start a little earlier and my drive to work actually allows my car time to warm up. It’s really not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. If I leave the house at 6:20 I can be to the school by 6:50. Not bad--- I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get here until after seven, but so far things are working in my favor.
Not settling into a new routine so well would be my little man. To say he hates me dropping him off is an understatement. This morning he started screaming as soon as we turned into the parking lot. The screaming was accompanied by furious head shaking and lots of pitiful “Mamas.” He plastered his body to mine and then had to be peeled off of me by Lee {the director} and Tracy {his old teacher}.
It breaks my heart into a million pieces.
Clearly he is traumatized. At home this week he has been my constant shadow. He doesn’t want Lofton to touch him, hold him, bathe him, or put him to bed. If I walk out of the room he becomes hysterical. Developmentally he is at that “clingy” stage so this new transition could not have come at a worse time.
Every night I pray the next morning is better, and I know one day it will be, but for now this just stinks.
Two things that will make you laugh and a picture to make you smile::
#1. I got a gift. Did you doubt my ability to guilt Lofton into letting me get a present? Surely not. What did I get? A My Touch from T-Mobile. With internet access! Praise the Lord, I know material things should not make me this happy, but I do love a new phone.
#2. Jake has morphed into a nocturnal camel. Literally, he drinks water ALL night long. I’m not sure what the deal is, but Lofton and I are quickly getting annoyed {and sleepy}. Raleigh is almost as bad. Sunday night she tricked Lofton into getting up—he thought she had to go potty. Nope, princess just wanted water from the other toilet.
{side note: If you think it’s gross that we let our dogs drink out of the toilet, too bad. Jake drank out of the toilet long before I came into Lofton’s life. He will not drink from a bowl unless he is on the verge of dehydration. Raleigh took her cues from big brother. So there.}
Climbing under things is our new favorite activity. This picture is an old one, taken pre-tubes when we caved and let him have his paci out of bed. I think it was a self-preservation kind of night.
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