Two nights ago I came home from work to find out that Destructo had just gone to bed. I could still hear him rustling around on the baby monitor and I had an internal battle:
Me - go in there and say good night
Me - no don't go in there cause then he'll think its time to play
Me - you missed him all day and he missed you, go in there
Me - don't do it, it'll throw off his whole night
So I waited until the moving stopped and I snuck in there, I rubbed his back and covered him back up with the blanket (which i had to pull out from underneath him since he likes to ball it up and lay on top of it) which then woke him up. So I snuggled with him for a minute or two and put him back to bed.
Yesterday morning I had to leave the house so early that I walked into Destructo's room, got him out of his crib, put him in an outfit, put him in the car and dropped him off at the babysitter's. I spent maybe 15 minutes total with him. Then I raced home from work last night sure that I'd get to send a good half hour with him, only to find him in bed again. The Handy Hottie told him he tried and tried to keep him awake long enough for me to see him but (him not feeling well) he just couldn't stay awake!
Then there was this morning... I was getting ready to walk out the door when I finally heard Destructo wake up. I spent about 5 minutes with him before leaving for work.
It's been hard, real hard. I don't want to do it, I CAN'T do it! I need time with my son!!
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