Just What I Needed

I was having a bad day today, mostly I was depressed about my job and feeling like my life is on autopilot. I get up every day, and I do pretty much the exact same routine. It’s hard to be excited or interested when you’re just walking in the same rut you walked in yesterday. I don’t look forward to anything anymore. I’m bored. I want some adventure in my life. Something challenging and fun to breathe new life back into my existence.

So, I was laying on the couch with my eyes closed feeling lethargic with depression and sadness. And Troy came into the room, saw me, and immediately knew something was wrong. So, he did the only thing a two-year old could do, he tried to fix it.

He handed me all of his favorite dinosaurs; his Mosasaurus, his T-Rex, and his Indominus Rex. When that didn’t work, he climbed on the couch, sprawled his little body out to its entire length on top of mine, gave me a hug, and just laid there to keep me company. After a few minutes, he again checked on me. I have to admit that the hug definitely helped, but I was in my funk pretty deep, so he resorted to one last desperate measure. He slid off the couch, went and got his dinosaur book, brought it back, climbed up on top of me again, and sat on my chest showing me the dinosaur pictures.

He’s such a perceptive and sweet boy. It doesn’t matter how much he may act like a turd, because then he’ll have a night like this, and you know the willful disobedience is all for show. As long as I’m happy, he feels like he can push me. But if I’m sad, then he feels like he needs to fix it. He’s such an amazing two-year old.