I hate to leave the house in the morning for work. Sometimes knowing I’ll be gone and away from Isadora all day just makes me so deeply sad that I fight back tears while I’m riding the bus downtown. I’ve been going in to work just a little bit later every day it seems because I want just a few more minutes of play time with her. I know Mitch doesn’t have it easy staying home with her during the week, and I’m not sure I’d be better off if we switched places. There are days where she refuses to eat, refuses to sleep and generally exercises independence in any way she can causing him so much frustration that he calls me with tears in his voice. Those are tough days.
I know I can’t do anything to jeopardize my job security, especially in these times. I need to make sure that I get to the office on time. So I’m trying to change my attitude by Monday and not focus on how I have to leave her. Instead, I’m going to focus on how I get to come home to her. This is what she’s like when I walk in the door:
She’s so cute and silly and happy when I get home. I need to become a morning person and get out the door even earlier than usual so I can leave work earlier and more time with Izzy before she has to go to bed.
