[et_pb_section admin_label="section"][et_pb_row admin_label="row"][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text admin_label="Text"] Long time no write you guys...it's been a bit of a whirlwind over here and now Bob is lost and Bobo was left at daycare, which means no one got any sleep last night. Bob is my 9 year old's favorite stuffed animal, a white (well really dirty white) and red spotted stuffed dog. He's floppy and soft and he's been a fixture on the bed since we brought Wyatt home from the hospital. I have no idea who gave it to him or where he came from, I just know he's the favorite. He's been missing for the last 2 days and while Wyatt's not really saying much, it's driving me crazy! It's not like we live in a 10,000 square foot mansion...we live in a 1,000 square foot apartment in Brooklyn - and we can't find a freaking stuffed animal? I've pulled apart closets, and looked under beds, chairs and the couch; behind pillows, in the garbage...nothing. I'm half certain the little one had something to do with Bob's disappearance but he's not talking. I don't trust that one. I know Bob will turn up eventually and I know this is upsetting me more than it is my son, but I just feel like lately so many things have been out of order, I have to keep the stuff I can control static.
Bobo is a whole other story...for those of you who know us personally, you know that Bobo is my little one's security blanket. This "guy" (blanket), like Bob, has been with us since before Elias was born. The difference here is that we all WANT "him" gone. He's gross. His corners are all chewed on and no matter how many times I wash him, he's smelly. And by smelly I mean disgustingly nasty like wet dog smelly. Elias thinks it's hysterical to chase us around waving Bobo at us or slapping his brother with him (like a wet noodle!). Unlike us wanting to find Bob, we all long to "lose" Bobo. For the second time in a week, Bobo was not returned to the backpack and therefore did not make it home. This means we're up several times at night while my little one asks for him. It's not a scene or a crying episode, it's more like him rolling over in my bed (he has to sleep with me to fall asleep when there's no Bobo around), and casually asking if it's time to go to school to get him. Then he rolls back over, I rub his back and he's out for another hour or so. This starts at 10pm and continues until 4am - at which point I am now fully awake and out of bed staring at my computer and prioritizing my day. I've slept maybe 3 hours. If we weren't neck deep into potty training this kid, Bobo would be lost forever. But because I value my sanity and my sleep, Bobo will be allowed back into the house until further notice. I'm all about choosing my battles and this is one I don't particularly care to fight right now.
The day is beginning to brighten, hopefully the 2 days of non stop rain we've had is finished for a little while. I'll be waking the boys in an hour to get ready for school, we'll do one more search for Bob and be reunited with Bobo in no time. Here's to having a good day, to finding things that are lost and to having some order back in our lives again...