Mondays Always Get Me Down (or The Agony of Parenting Week 2)

Yep, it's Monday. The day after I just spent 2 cozy, homey days with my little Chicaboo. And now, I miss her so much, it is making my heart hurt even worse than last week! Don't worry, I promise not to write installments each week about how sorrowful and morose I am feeling. But I gotta tell ya, this working mommy guilt is no laughing matter. And it's not just guilt, it's true heartbreak. This morning G was clingy and crying and all out of sorts. I was sorely tempted to stay home with her, John and I discussed it seriously. She started that last night, actually. I don't know if she doesn't feel good, or her gums hurt from teething, or she is just all mixed up from not having a regular schedule for the past month. I stayed home with her an extra hour this morning before shuttling her to Nanny and Pa's. She went willingly to my mom, but no smile for me. And I have been crying ever since. Kids should come with a warning label. "Caution: may cause manic/depressive symptoms. Beware of constant and inconsolable heartbreak mixed with overwhelming love, joy, and pride." You don't get one without the other.