Two weeks and 3 days into daddy's TDY and Will has had it. It's been building, but today the volcano finally erupted. He doesn't care that daddy is a long way away doing something very important. All he cares about is that DADDY ISN'T HERE. And he let me have it.
I don't know what it was that set him off, but in the parking lot at school he would not let me load him into the car. He completely lost it. He started wailing, screaming and crying. All the way home. All the way into the house and for the next 45 more minutes.
That is NOT my child. He doesn't pitch fits like that. He doesn't scream and cry (for more than a minute or so). He just sobbed and sobbed, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his daddy.
Thankfully, I was able to keep it together. I tried consoling and comforting him, of course, to no avail. I had to wait it out and finally he finished.
I had hoped he'd wind down and pass out, exhausted, but no luck.
Tonight putting him to bed, he got sad, but not too upset. I had to remind him that he's my best friend and I love him more than anything. He remembered and asked "we're a team mommy?" Then, that was finally enough for me. I held him and we both cried, missing his daddy. Not even 3 years old and he asked me "is daddy crying for us, too?" I told him he probably was. (At least he BETTER BE!!)
I was able to settle him down and wipe away both of our tears. I let him have a special treat and called Dixie into his room. She's now sleeping in his bed with him. He went to sleep happy again.
Sigh........if only we didn't have almost another month to go, we might survive this trip.
In the immortal words of Scarlett O'Hara..........."After all, tomorrow is another day".
I don't know what it was that set him off, but in the parking lot at school he would not let me load him into the car. He completely lost it. He started wailing, screaming and crying. All the way home. All the way into the house and for the next 45 more minutes.
That is NOT my child. He doesn't pitch fits like that. He doesn't scream and cry (for more than a minute or so). He just sobbed and sobbed, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his daddy.
Thankfully, I was able to keep it together. I tried consoling and comforting him, of course, to no avail. I had to wait it out and finally he finished.
I had hoped he'd wind down and pass out, exhausted, but no luck.
Tonight putting him to bed, he got sad, but not too upset. I had to remind him that he's my best friend and I love him more than anything. He remembered and asked "we're a team mommy?" Then, that was finally enough for me. I held him and we both cried, missing his daddy. Not even 3 years old and he asked me "is daddy crying for us, too?" I told him he probably was. (At least he BETTER BE!!)
I was able to settle him down and wipe away both of our tears. I let him have a special treat and called Dixie into his room. She's now sleeping in his bed with him. He went to sleep happy again.
Sigh........if only we didn't have almost another month to go, we might survive this trip.
In the immortal words of Scarlett O'Hara..........."After all, tomorrow is another day".
1 comment:
Awww, poor little guy. (((HUGS))) to you both. I can't imagine how hard it must be. And the things he said...so cute, it made me tear up.
-Melissa
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