As a general rule, I loathe Mondays, especially Mondays where you wake up and realize you're already way behind and they day has only barely begun.
Today ... well, today was a disaster in the making for several reasons, but the only one that mattered was that at 8 months, 11 days, Baby Girl sobbed for the first time when I left her at Miss Jan's.
I watched her little face crumple and her lip jut out and quiver just before Miss Jan whisked her inside - her quarter-century of tending children dictating that the episode was much more traumatic for Mom than Baby Girl. In the afternoon, she told me that Baby Girl quieted immediately upon being immersed among the Three Princesses (the three little girls who tend to Baby Girl as if she were their own baby sister), but it didn't help ... much.
This is the moment I've dreaded my entire life ... the moment when Baby Girl realized that I was leaving her, even if it was to supplement her very expensive and growing habit of eating me out of house and home (she may be tiny but the kid has a hollow leg!).
When your break up with your "one true love" at age 12 or lose a beloved childhood pet, you think your heart has broken into a million pieces.
What no one tells you is that your own offspring, with a single glance, can make every other grief seem petty.
I'm composed, my heart is mended, all was forgiven 30 seconds after I left, but there is the tiniest bruise on my heart tonight.
1 comment:
It's cute, sweet and heart-wrenching at 8 months, 11 days. At 2 years, 2 months and 18 days it's annoying. :)
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