But then this morning happened. I woke up with a *niggling* feeling. Then I burst into tears during breakfast. Nothing serious, just a bit of feeling sorry for myself....wishing I could be home with my kids, that I didn't have the pressures of work, blah, blah, blah.
Then Pippa cried when I dropped her off at the babysitters (which she NEVER does). Screaming for me with her arms out as I walked out the door.....
Round Two: I drop Winnie off in the play yard and all seems well. I run her lunch inside to her classroom and when I come out I find her under a tree, by herself, sobbing. Which by the way, she NEVER does.....
If there was a plan to make me feel terrible about leaving my kids, it was working because I pretty much lost it.
When I finally made it to the car, I drove to the nearest coffee shop drive-through (thru?) to grab a big 'ole cuppa coffee comfort. As I approached the window, I realized I had forgotten my wallet. I managed to scrounge up almost enough pennies for the coffee, only to realize I had ordered a large, not a medium, and I was no where near having enough money for the damn thing.
I think they must have seen the desperation in my eyes, because they let me have it.
So, that's how this day is going to go.
Feeling VERY sorry for myself I came home to write a blog post about protein bars. Perfect.
I took some photos. I had a little nibble.
I decided to give myself 10 more minutes of self-indulgence. 10 minutes to feel sorry for myself and eat chocolate at 9 am.
There. Done.
On with the day!
Jill, I feel your pain! I had a similar moment last week when Liam started school and I thought about how I never had to go anywhere's afterschool. My mom was always home, the way I get through is knowing how much fun they have at the places the go. Or at least my kids do. They might cry for a little bit but they always have so much fun once they warm up. Good luck and just remember you are not alone on this!
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