Later

Mommy guilt has struck again.

I have been unbelievably busy lately. The next month is booked with a million things to do. I have been trying to get all of my housework done before Saturday. Sam is so good about playing by himself, but he of course asks me to join him from time to time. Feeling harried and overwhelmed, I keep telling him that I'll play with him as soon as I get a chance.

Yesterday I heard him addressing his toys in a new way. They all have the last name "Laytah (later)." It's something like this:

"Pud-dah (puzzle)? Pay pud-dah? No pay. Pud-dah Laytah."

"Oh, game. Game Laytah. No game."

He doesn't even try to ask any more - he tells me I'm too busy. He loves going in the backyard to play in the water. Last night he said to me, "Go? Wad-dah? No. No go. Is okay. Wad-dah Laytah."

UGH. I feel just sick about it. Today is the busiest day of all. Tomorrow starts four days of family fun, but he doesn't know that. The guilt is killing me. I think I'm going to have to buy him a pony.

Edited to add: Ah, the power of the internet. Karen is on her way over to whisk Sam off to a park playdate. He is now following me around, asking incredulously, "Sau go? Sau GO?" and crying, "Hoo-RAY!" every time I say yes. I'm glad Sam is happy, but now I feel even worse!