Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Separation anxiety

Ian is usually sucking on his bottle when I leave for work in the mornings, oblivious to anything that is going on more than a few inches from his mouth. But Silvi has been breaking down as I try to walk out the door.

We've "solved" this by letting her call me as I drive away and I tell her where I am. "I'm at the stop light, passing the hardware store, by the lake..." It's so utterly heartbreaking to see her tear-streaked face as I pull out of the driveway.

Sure hope this phase doesn't last as long as it takes Congress to agree on something.


terri said...

only good dad's suffer this fate. small consolation, but it's true.

beans said...

nice to be loved!

waldenhouse said...

What a wonderful problem to have - though I also know how taxing it can be since the day is full of all kinds of transitions!

Monica said...

Aww I totally agree with Terri~