You know that saying: you never know what you've got 'till it's gone? How about this one: You only know what you got, when you're gone. As in, gone from the house for ten-hours a week. Taking a load off. Doing some work. Blasting music from the station wagon. Music that isn't suitable for children. Like Peaches and that Fischerspooner song about poop. (Wait-- Archer would LOVE the Fischerspooner poop song. Mental note: introduce Archer to the Fischerspooner poop song.)
Not only am I a joyous worker-bee when Nanny Lauren shows up and I ship-out, but Archer is a saint in her presence. He doesn't throw tantrums at her feet and go apeshit. He plays quietly and just... is.
Shiny, happy Archer holding hands... la, la, la.
Which is quite a different story from the way he is with me.
I swear...If you look at this photo closely you will see the fires of hell in Archer's eyes.
And so, while weeks ago I was a little bit sad and tiny bit afraid to leave Archer behind, today I can say, quite proudly, that I am thrilled, elated, pants-on-fire relieved to have the time away Not to mention, the joy and relief in having someone Archer and I adore here with him while I am.
I honestly don't know how I ever functioned without her.
*Sniff*
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