Oh man. I'm totally a big ol' titty baby.
I packed up Zoe's stuff last night and was bawling my eyes out. It was like she had died or something and I was giving away her possessions. I carefully folded everything and packed up some toys and books and videos. I made a few lists and set out her kid ID card and her health insurance card. I wrote out her night routine and made sure I had it all listed out that she needs to rinse with flouride and use conditioner on her hair and that she has sensitive skin and can only use Johnson's baby lotion.
I'm excited about the time off, but that child is like my right arm. I've never been separated from her this long.
This morning she got me like no other. She didn't want me to get up to go to work and wanted to stay snugged up with me. She asked if I could skip work and just stay with her for the day. And was tearing up because she said she was going to miss me. I told her she will have lots of fun with all her cousins and how good it will be to see her dad. I didn't want her to see my cry, but I cried the whole way in to work.
My stomach hurts.
But French Quarter, here we come motherfucker!
Posted by debutaunt at June 17, 2005 10:51 AM