This morning Nathan comes out of his room... with a kinda sad, kinda grumpy look on his face. I ask: "What's wrong?" He says: "Is today Daddy's?" "Yes, today is Daddy's."
To which he looks at me and responds: "Why is it all the time Daddy's? Daddy's, Daddy's Daddy's? When is it Mommy's? I want Gwen."
Of course, you know, it was the last three words that were the real knife in the gut.
I know, I know, I know, it's ok, it's normal, it's good. I know that.
But - the segue - from going to the X's, to him wanting his sitter... weill - you know, he double barreled me!
And for those of you who have been "with me" since Max's birth... you know about all the soul searching, mind wracking, and babbling on and on I've done about my issues with work, sitter, staying at home, etc, etc, etc. And I think I've gotten to a good place with that.
But every once in a while....