Catching up and missing Mommy

Obviously I’m back from my conference, and probably just as obviously, I’m swamped with trying to catch up on everything I had put off last week while I was finishing writing my paper. I was only gone two days, but you’d think it was a week-long trip from how disorganized I am now that I’m back and much laundry I have to do now, and from how Will reacted to my going. Chris says he woke up at 4:45 Saturday morning and found Will rocking back and forth crying “Mommy went away, Mommy went away.” And I had been gone one night at this point. Evidently he wasn’t interested in being consoled by Daddy, and Chris finally got up with him to watch Wiggles. He was fine the rest of the day—until he hit his head on the coffeetable. I had just called from the airport then to see if they wanted to meet me in Charlotte for dinner, and Will was hollering like there was absolutely no tomorrow: “I need Mommy!” That Mommy abandonment thing. Whew. He did whack his head pretty hard—he hit the table right between his eyebrows, so his forehead swelled up to Neanderthal proportions, and the next day he had two little tiny black eyes, just bruised shadows right next to his nose . . . definitely changes his appearance. Finally that’s starting to fade. Thank goodness. Well . . . I have some grading this morning then class till noon, so I’d better get to it.