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Never Doing This Again
A few months ago, Jules told me that she wanted to go to Boston for a week to spend time with her family and allow our son to meet all his aunts, uncles and cousins. When deciding if wanted to go up with her for the entire trip, I decided that it would be best to stay in Nashville for the week and then fly up for the weekend to spend time with her family.
It was a terrible decision. I thought the right thing to do was to stay home so we could save money on a dog watcher for Alice, and allow me to keep working.
It’s only been a couple days and I absolutely can’t wait to see my wife and my little dude. I don’t know what to do with myself. There’s no one here to laugh at my amazing jokes. I’m missing all the great moments where Jules stands little man up on his feet and he smiles his big toothless smile and laughs.
Jules keeps sending me all these pictures of them with her family, passing the baby around and having a great time. I’m jealous I’m not there.
It’s so funny how things change in life. There was a time in my life when I would see droolly gross babies at an airport or something and would cringe.
Like “ewwww that baby is slobbering everywhere get control of your kid.”
These days, my free time is spend chuckling as my son sticks his entire hand in his mouth while he looks me dead in the eyes and then screams at the top of his lungs. It’s hysterical.
The truth is, it’s a good thing I didn’t go because it gave me the chance to make a quick trip to Philly tomorrow to look at some houses. I’ll be in Philly till Friday, then it’s a straight shot up to Boston to see my wife, my son, and my in-laws.
Everything worked out the way it should have.
But damn… I really miss my wife and son. I can’t wait to see them.