You cried when I left for work today. You went to the window, pounded on the glass and I could see you crying as I drove away. Normally when I miss you at work, I look through some pictures, buy a toy off of Amazon or start planning a fun-filled weekend to distract me. I’m out of pictures to look at, my amazon cart is sitting full with $200+ toys we don’t need and our weekend itinerary is packed to the minute of quality fun and I don’t feel an ounce better. I could sit here and explain why I NEED to go to work – even why I WANT to go to work, but it doesn’t erase the fact that I disappointed you this morning. All the reasons in the world doesn’t make that better and I feel awful. Now it’s my turn to look out my office window and cry. Brace yourself little man, the kissy monster (aka – mommy) is coming for you around 5:30 tonight. Your cheeks, tummy and toes have been warned.