I miss my chooch.
I know, I know, I have two kids. I miss them both, but I miss little kid a lot. Mostly because I know he misses me a lot. Whenever I'm gone he spends his time asking "Where's mumum?" to everyone who might answer. Then when they tell him I'm at work, he screws up his little face into a scowl and says "Ohhhhhh" in a frustrated little voice.
It's amazing how I can feel like he's sucking the very life out of me with his constant need for physical affection, and then I miss it so much that it physically affects me.
Big Kid is pretty unconcerned about my absence. I just called home and spoke to both of them and I could tell Big Kid was distracted and ready to get off the phone, but little kid was happy to hear my voice and exclaimed "YEAH!" to everything I asked.
I bought him real cowboy boots from Texas and can't wait to show him. I know I'm setting myself up for embarrassing outings in a ridiculous get-up, most likely including every day wear combined with a cowboy hat and boots, but he's so freaking cute.
I miss all of my boys and will be happy to get back home. It's warm there.