Tonight, when I picked you up after work and immediately started bitching about my bad day, I was probably closer to crying than you realized. It had been one of those days. A day where I felt like everyone was yelling at me all day. A day where I wondered if I should have even bothered getting out of bed. A day where I felt so overwhelmed by my To-Do list that I barely go anything done because I sat there, staring at the list, and wondering where to begin. The day sucked donkey butts. Seriously stinky donkey butts.
I just grumbled and grumbled about my crappy day and started on dinner as soon as we got home. As you played with your sister and told me about your day, I grouched some more. Probably ruining several of your stories because I was too focused on my own bad mood. I’m sure my fuse was short and I should have paid you more attention, as well as your sister.
And what did you do? After dinner you said, “Why don’t I play with NikkiZ for a little while so you can take a bath?”
Do you know how awesome that was? In that moment, I was so proud of you. You were sympathetic to me and you made a kind offer to help. You could have gotten grumpy too, and stormed off to your room. But you didn’t. You offered to give me a break. And boy, did I take it. I soaked in the tub and read the latest TV Guide until the bubbles disappeared from the water. I stepped out of the tub feeling like a million dollars and took over baby patrol so you could go talk on the phone and play on iTunes. You probably saved yourself from a nighttime of nagging by giving me that small break, but you also reminded me how damn awesome you are in every way. I just don’t think I could thank you enough for just being the coolest kid around. You are the best big brother NikkiZ could ever dream of having, and she knows that. But you are also the best son a mother could hope for.
(Edited to Add: This was written last night. I realized seeing it that LilZ could be confused if he reads this today and think, “What the hell? Is Mom drinking again?”)