Won't you let me stay?

Evan's back at school today for the first time this week. I think he'd have liked to stay home, but he doesn't have school all of next week either (spring break, because we all know how stressful preschool is). So I figured he needed to get in there at least one day, for his well-being and my sanity. His eyes are still not great, but they look a bit better and he's been on the antibiotic long enough that he's not contagious anymore. That was good enough for me.

He was up until almost 11 last night--the combination of a nap in the car and the excitement of having Mike home just wound him right up. He was laying in bed with us, and we were all quiet, hoping that super snuggles and having us both there would help him relax. Ev did start to doze off at one point, his breathing became heavy, and then we heard him sit up and yell, "EAT THE BELLY!" This is a game he and Mike play where they insist they are hungry and try to eat each other's bellies, resulting in much laughter. Simple, yes, but very entertaining. Just not so much that late at night.

Now I'm alone for the first time in days, and it feels weird. I should be cleaning the downstairs, scrubbing toilets, something productive. Instead I'm just sitting here, writing emails and feeling a baby bouncing around in my belly. He apparently likes The Sugarcubes. And REM.