A few weeks back, I had a case of the crazies. I was irritable, overwhelmed, and in dire need of some “me” time. I felt behind on everything. The house was a mess, my business was suffering, and I was at my wits end. In a fit of desperation, I made myself a work schedule, and lined up some days for Isaac to spend with his grandparents twice a week.
But now, I’ve calmed down, gotten myself back in order a bit, and I miss him! It seems like he’s gone all the time.
I think this week has been particularly eventful. On top of the two grandparent days this week, we had to leave him two evenings as well, and tomorrow he’ll be staying home with daddy while I help move my little sister into her dorm as she heads off to college.
To make matters worse, the separation anxiety has set in. Last night, it completely broke my heart the way Isaac was screaming, terrified of me leaving him. It was so bad, I almost called it off, but I knew he would be okay. It was still one of the hardest things I have had to do yet.
Probably because last night was so hard, it was difficult for me to send him to his grandparents today. I think I’m experiencing as much separation anxiety as he is.
At this point, I’m just looking forward to having my boy all to myself next week…except for the day I signed him up for Kids Day Out. Sigh.