While nursing Jonas
Oh, look at Jonas. Look at his sweet chubby cheeks and his fragile little toes. I can't leave him. How could I ever leave him? He's so tiny and fragile and needs hugs and kisses and me.
And Axel. He's such a good big brother. Look at how he's loading his tools into the back of his truck, one by one. I love the way his pants sag off his skinny butt and he talks to himself as he pushes the truck into the bedroom. He's growing up so fast. I can't leave him. I can't miss those times when he walks around with tupperware on his head and waves bye-bye to me a dozen times.
Oh, now he's banging the truck against the wall. That, I do not love. Axel, please push the truck through the doorway. No, not against the doorway - through the doorway. Through it. The truck. Axel.
Jonas screams from a burp. Poor kid. I sit him up and try to burp him. C'mon burp. Stop making Jonas yell. Burp, get out already. Jonas, stop grabbing my hair. That is my hair. I would like to keep it all. This part, I do not love. This part, I could do without. Yeah, work is nice. No one tries to make me bald while I'm at work. I can talk about things other than gas and trucks and poop. Oh, I miss that.
Oh, here comes Axel. Hi, Axel. No, mama and Jonas are in the chair right now. You can have a turn next. OK, yes, we can read the book. Oh, look, how lovely it is to snuggle with my two boys in the chair and read Charley Harper's ABCs. Jonas even smiled! Oh, I can't leave them.
Axel jumps down from the chair. He takes the book. Then he smacks me and Jonas with the book. Jonas screams. Axel laughs. He throws the book at the dog. The dog barks. Axel screams. I try my best to resist screaming. Yeah, I miss work. I miss my calm, hitting- and spit-up free office.
