I'm married to Mike Jones bitch!

So, I firmly believe that Mike and I are totally meant to be together forever.  We go together like water and oil.  Vinegar and Baking Soda.  Vegemite and anything else.

Today is a big day for Sebastian.  Me too I suppose.  It is his first day of daycare.  NO I didn't cry shockingly, but I have dabbled on facebook looking at the photo album dedicated to him.  He's growing up so fast.  Its exciting, exhausting, scary, sad, and wonderful all rolled into one.

So I left the home of the care provider and immediatly called up Mike.

"He's there." I said with a sigh.  Expecting some great comforting words of hope from my husband.  Instead all I got was "Oh."  I asked him if he was okay, hoping he'd reciprocate the gesture of comfort.  "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"   Clearly he is joking with me, right?  Wrong.  He was totally serious.  The conversation went downhill from there.  I was looking for a shoulder to lean on and he was confused as to why I would need said shoulder. 

I could quote the rest of the conversation, but I don't exactly remember how it all went down specifically.  I was kind of shocked.  Why doesn't he care that his little boy is growing up?  The entire 7 weeks I was off work, i was the main care giver to Sebby.  Now, a stranger is watching him.  All day long.    To me, that time was just for me and baby and once I had to go back into the real world, thats when he would start growing up.  I could stop him for just those 7 weeks, and now its time for him to start his life outside of my watch.

I was occupied for most of my morning catching up with work, but I worked a little too well and finished it all and here I am stewing over the clock, waiting until 4pm to go pick up my baby boy.  So while I obcess over the obvious abcense, Mike carries on like its another day, because to him, it is.  He has to work and has had to work since we got out of the hospital 7 weeks ago.  He's had to say good-bye to him every morning.  This was the first time I really had to say good-bye and fully trust him with a person outside of my family.

Mike has never ever been one for good words in the right order.  When I went to the emergency room with blood poisoning a few years ago, he had tickets to Ron White and wouldn't skip it.  His only words were "Keep me posted"  which is now a running joke.  Before we met, a woman approached Mike at a bar and asked him to dance. His response? "Sure, I've got nothing better to do!"  

He is very self centered and is aware of it.  He is nothing but honest.  He doesn't sugar coat things.  He gets a little carried away sometimes when he is being goofy.  He is just Mike.  And after thinking about the events of the morning, he is just what I need.   He made me think about why I am so upset over Sebastian growing up.  I mean seriously?  He has to do it sometime.  Yeah I wish that I could be with him all the time, but when I am with him, sometimes I want a break.  And I know that he is safe at daycare.  I trust his babysitter.  As Mike said "If I didn't trust her, he wouldn't be there."

So really, I am okay.  Mike is blunt about things, but my imagination tends to veer off course quite a bit and he keeps me grounded.  He drives me nuts at the same time, but why would I want to be around someone that lets me run away with my imagination?  He knows i worry too much and am a worst case scenario thinker.  Something that seems like a big deal to me, he shows me the bigger picture and I realize there are bigger things, like worrying about when Sebastian is bigger and doesn't live at home anymore. 

For now, Sebby needs to do these things to grow up. He has to be a kid and he has to learn on his own.  I can't hold his hand every step of the way.  Its what is so sucky and so awesome about being a parent.  I've made this thing and now its time to let him loose on society.  Look out world.  Mike Jones & I made a baby.  You've been warned.