165 days

Simon woke up crying yesterday morning. He came and crawled in bed with me. I thought it was nice – he hasn’t done that much lately (getting too big for these cuddly times). I asked him what was wrong and he said.

“I had a bad dream. You left Mom, and were gone for 165 days.”

Of course I assured him that Mama would NEVER leave him for that long. I know I’m needed here, and I don’t like Simon to be sad, but it’s kinda nice to be reassured. And I was very glad that’s all the dream was, Simon is notorious for wacky dreams and having strange night-wakings. I think he inherited my imagination, poor child.