I had a weird sort of feeling today.

I remember Spring Break as a child.  I remember how cool it was that Daddy would leave work, come home and have lunch with us, we’d laugh a lot, and then he’d go back to work.  We’d stay home with mom and finish the rest of the day.

I’m Daddy.

I’m scared I’m gonna drop my basket.  I’m scared I’m gonna wake up, three years from now, and just not want to get out of bed.  I’m scared that dreams of law school and/or fame in the media will haunt me.  I’m scared that I’m gonna be that girl “stuck at home in the ‘burbs / with the baby, the dog, and the garden of herbs.”

But, anyway.. I will deal.  There were some really good moments this weekend.  The Boy and I played catch for a good long while, while Bryan tinkered with the lawn mower (which, I do believe, is officially dead).  We took the dogs for a walk every night, and The Boy absolutely BONDED with My Baby Mabel.  Don’t get me wrong; I’m VERY fond of my dog.. but even I was surprised at how they’ve become connected at the hip.  There’s just such a purity to their connection.. she, being completely deaf and the happiest dog I’ve ever seen, and he, just being a care-free 5-year old..

Our fridge is covered with “valentines” that he drew .. there is something in seeing a five-year old write your name that stirs your heart.  We went for ice cream on Saturday night, then came home to watch Harry Potter.  It was, looking back, a very nice weekend.

Tonight, rehearsal for Perky’s.  Although I was initially dreading it (why do I keep saying yes?), we have SUCH FUN at rehearsal that the time quickly flies.  Good times.  I’m actually kind of looking forward to it.

And sleeping while it rains.  That’s what I’m really looking forward to.  With my may-an.