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.

4 comments:

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~