My girl is sick, and I'm not even mad. She's at that sweet spot, just ill enough to not be allowed to go to the babysitter's, but not so ill that we can't enjoy spending the day together.
It has been sweet, crusty eyes and crustier noses and all.
Yesterday, I cried when I picked her up from the sitter's. She hadn't taken her afternoon nap, which meant that she had been awake for hours, and the babysitter got to just hang out and play with her. She said they had a great time. And I was sad, because I wished it were me.
The decision to go back to work wasn't really a decision that I liked, on a day-to-day way of looking at things. I don't love dropping my baby off every morning, and picking her up in the afternoons, even if its just for 5 hours. It makes me sad. It hurts my mama heart and leaves me with morning tears and afternoon jealousy. It doesn't matter that her babysitter loves her, and takes almost-as-good-as-mama care of her. It doesn't matter that RG gets excited to see the babysitter's little boy, and that they miss each other when they're apart. It doesn't matter that she's learning social skills and building friendships.
It only matters that I'm sad.




