It wasn't so much that she cried and whined and was like "Mom! MOM!" It was more that when the day care dude was holding her she was looking at me and I'm going "alright honey, bye bye, bye bye." And even though she's waving, it's very trepitditious and she's got this confused look on her face that says "wait, what? Bye bye? Huh?" and as I'm walking out the door, she's still waving and all but she's still got the look, the like "so uh? What? You're leaving? Wait, what?"
It was almost like I knew it would hit her a little while later that she was there, alone, with people she doesn't know and a whole bunch of little kids.
As I'm driving away in the car I start adding up the hours in my head:
Time at work: 8 hours a day
Time at home awake: 5 hours a day
Time at home on the weekends hanging with baby: 13 hours a day for two whole days.
So that means in any given week I spend 40 hours away from her and 38 hours with her, which means I'm quite literally spending two hours more away from her which means...
it made my head hurt a little so I stopped thinking about it.
Am resisting the urge to call right now and check to make sure she's doing okay.
Will probably make Husband do it.
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