It was a rough Monday morning at Chez Wonderwheel.
There were two additional stressors that I may have neglected to mention in Friday night's post:
1) Matt has to work in NYC Monday through Thursday this week, leaving today before any of us were awake; and
2) Everyone and his mother's brother's uncle has decided they NEED to have a team meeting about their child immediately. Which I need to attend, and which occur in the evenings, whether my husband is out of town or not. I have limited myself to one of these a week to save my sanity, but unfortunately most weeks I have other commitments in the evenings over the next 4-6 weeks. There is one week coming up this month when I have to be out of the house in the evening four nights in a row. Y.U.C.K.
And so that brings us to this morning.
Lyle is old enough - and wise enough - now to become upset when I say that Daddy's in New York and Mommy will be working late, past bedtime, and will give him a kiss when I get home - beloved or not, 13 hours is a long time to be with the babysitter. (It's true: just ask our checking account!)
There is no worse way to leave the house on a Monday morning than with the echoes of your 3-year old's wails resounding in your head.
Especially when you know that he has every right to be upset.