I successfully completed my first day as a substitute teacher. Fun day for me but not so much for my husband and 7 month old son. For you see, our little Preston refuses a bottle of any kind. Sure he can drink out of a cup but when it comes to taking a nap....we lets just say he wants momma and there's no negotiating with this kiddo.
So I come home, feeling accomplished, only to see the frustated and sadden look on my poor husband's and son's faces. Oh crap...I thought...turns out my little guy cried and cried and screamed...meanwhile Josh is doing everything in his power to help the little guy.
Preston gave me this look like 'how in the hell could you leave me?!' It really broke my heart. Yes, I am a softy in every sense. Preston proceeded to cling onto me with this death grip. Poor kid thought I'd leave again - well he was making sure I'd take him whether I liked it or not!! I go to put him to bed. Nope. He clinged even more. So there we were in our king size bed (thank God we got a bigger bed!!) and Preston is pressed against my side. awww my cuddle bug! And he's been like this all day today!! Talk about a guilt trip for going back to work!!
Well Preston wins. If our peewee isn't happy, no one is happy darnit! Until our little guy is weaned, I'm gonna have to wait to go back to work. Well unless I can work from home.
Preston is currently giving me the hugest smile...wanta smartie he is..he knows *exactly* what he's doing!
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