This morning Alex woke up at 5:45 a.m. while I was getting ready. I told him he really needed to go back to bed it was too early to be up. He asked me where I was going. I responded that I was going to work. He told me (with tears in his eyes) that he didn't want me to leave. I told him he could call me sometime during the day. He thought I told him he could come with me - he hollered to Logan I'm going to hurry up and get dressed. He was bummed when I told him that wasn't possible. I promised we'd play a game tonight and that helped.
It's nice to leave the house knowing that I'm missed so much.
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I always had mixed feelings about times like those. I mean I loved that my kids missed me and valued me so much but I was also heartbroken that I couldn't stay with them!
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