Little Boys Love Their Mommies

Little boys love their mommies.  If I didn’t know it before, I definitely know it now.

My six year old son had his tonsils out last week and I think if he could crawl up my ass he would.   Sorry.  I know that is a blunt way to say it but it’s the truth.

Alex is very very affectionate to begin with but since his tonsillectomy he has been reeeally mushy.  All he wants is me.  Don’t get me wrong.  I LOVE that he wants me.  But it’s really hard to give him 100% of my attention when I also have a super needy three year old.    Alex is constantly wanting to sit next to me, asks me to watch him play his Nintendo DS, wants me to watch endless hours of Phineas and Ferb with him, and he complains when I don’t do any or all of the above for a long time.  I will do all of these things with him for a little while but I also have other things I need to do.  Dishes and laundry don’t wash themselves.  Plus in all honesty, I’m not the kind of mom that likes to get down on the floor and play with toys.  I must not have that great of an imagination because I can only race a matchbox car around the kitchen floor for so long.  Five minutes max.  Maybe it’s because I’m a girl.  The boy toys just don’t appeal to me.  The most “play” time my boys get with me is when the opt to play the Wii.  That is about the only thing that I can get into and play for a decent amount of time.  Other than that, I’m good for five to ten minutes - maybe.  Good thing Daddy can and will play with the kids.  He jumps right in and will play like a little boy with them for hours.  Again - it must be a gender thing.

What makes all of this even worse is that we have all been stuck in inside all week.  Now I know what it feels like to be on house arrest.

I feel really bad.  I am doing all that I can to keep them both entertained but truthfully, I am going out of my mind.  I finally took them both out to the store with me yesterday to run some errands and although Alex was happy to get out, it was obvious he wasn’t ready.  He fell asleep on the way home and he NEVER does that.  We were only gone for an hour.

I am planning on getting out this weekend to do something fun with the whole family but I’ll have to see how Alex is feeling by then.  I guess I am being overly cautious right now.  I’m just so afraid of taking him out and risking him getting sick while he is still recovering.  His throat is still pretty sore and I’m afraid if he plays too rough he may hurt do something to make it worse.

In the meantime, I guess I’m in for more countless games of Sorry, Clue and movie marathons.  Geez…what is so bad about that anyway?  I wish I could sit around the house all week and do nothing!  But, I am not six years old and full of energy either.

At least through this entire experience I have confirmed that my little boys really do love and need me.  And as much as I may complain, the truth is…I need to be needed.  I love those boys more than my own life and I would do anything for them.  So if I have to sit around the house for a week and pretend that I like to play with their toys so be it.  After all, pretty soon they will be begging me to get out of their faces!