This morning was one of those that I especially hate. Just before leaving, I kissed my sleeping almost 3-year-old goodbye. Somehow, that woke him up. So he wanted cuddles. I had to leave.
Tried passing him to Daddy, but he wanted me. :( Poor baby. So, my steps leaving the house are to the chorus of Mommy! Mommy! in an especially pitiful tone.
I know he will be okay. But I also think he will remember these separations and I wonder how that affects him. Well, to be accurate, I try NOT to wonder how that affects him.
It is mornings like this that make working outside the home seem unimportant. Yes, I get paid money that goes towards keeping our house together, but that child needs me more than a workplace does on mornings like this one.
