I'm experiencing some separation anxiety right now. Irony is that we're not even .. separated. Evan's in the next room right now taking his nap and he has no idea what Mommy is going through at the moment. We have two full days before I have to go back to work on Monday. I keep thinking about Monday and how much I'm going to miss my baby boy and how I'm going to wonder about how he's doing and if he's giving his babysitter a hard time and if he's taking his naps like he's supposed to and if he's getting enough attention from the babysitter and if he's crying. I can go on and on but I think you get my point.
I have never been away from my baby for more than a few hours.
I think the most was three hours one time when I went to the dentist to get a deep clean. I came home with a numb mouth to a crying baby because he was hungry and didn't want to take the bottle.
I felt so bad.
I'm probably going to visit him every day during my lunch to see if he's OK. I have a feeling I'm going to miss him more than he's going to miss me.
We're spending the next two days snuggling. I don't care what anyone says.
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