I should totally be SLEEPING right now but I just need to clear a few things up. Regarding my previous post, I think that I mistakenly led people to believe that Garrett is incapable of having quiet time without me. He's not. He's often excellent at playing with toys by himself, reading to himself, watching movies by himself. He's just not ALWAYS good at it. And when he asks me to do something with him, I am compelled to oblige.
Call me crazy.
Call me a mother in the middle of a contested adoption with the possibility of losing one of her children.
Call me a glutton for punishment.
I'm okay with it. We've definitely worked on Garrett being able to do things by himself and he certainly can. Otherwise I would have combusted long ago with a baby in the house and my attention still fixed 100% on my three-year-old. It's just that, sometimes, when he politely asks for me to join him for awhile, I'm acutely aware of just how quickly he's turned into a little boy and just how quickly he'll be a man. And those are moments I won't be able to get back when he's all grown up.
But it's not all the time. Have mercy and boy howdy would I ever be a walking zombie if it was all. the. time.