Mommy, you make me cry.
I walked into work crying today, and my boss immediately called her hubby to come “tap” on me. They really care about me, which is going to make leaving this job (if it ever happens) even harder. Last night was rough.
Rooferman actually picked up LB at daycare for the first time (and before they closed!) and continued his “I’m the best father in the world” 2-day streak. I went to the gym to burn off the anxiety I had been feeling all day, and went to pick Boo Boo Bear up at 7:30.
Ignoring the McCain/Palin sign that’s still in their window, I knocked on the door and was greeted by Blondie’s 5-year-old daughter demanding “Why can’t LB stay the night?” I told her that she sleeps at her own house, in her own bed. Blondie then gave me a dirty look and said “Don’t worry honey, she’ll be sleeping over very soon.”
Okayyy. Was that a threat? Rooferman didn’t say a word, other than directing LB to “give your sister a hug.”
I asked him if he had any trouble finding the daycare. He ignored me.
Blondie daughter #2 came up to me and asked, “Why are you so mean to my daddy?”
I looked at Rooferman and said, “Same thing Thursday?” He ignored me.
On that note, I turned on my mean mommy heel and left.
Driving home, LB said from the backseat “I have two mommies.”
I almost threw up right there.
When we got home, she told me she was hungry. I asked if she had eaten any dinner. She said, “I eat candy.”
She wet herself as she was eating some toast. I asked her if she went potty at daddy’s house. She said “I don’t like to go potty there.”
She then proceeded to cry from about 8:30 to 10:30, as I was trying to get her to sleep. Eventually she was so hysterical she didn’t know what she wanted. She was yawning and screaming. She was asking for her blanket and then throwing back at me. I sat outside her bedroom door and sobbed, wondering if my worst fear had come true.
The door opened. A tear-streaked LB came to me and said ‘Mommy you make me cry.”
I gave up. She slept in Mommys’ bed last night.
Is this what the rest of my life is going to be like?