monday mornings are always terrible. nowadays they are more terrible than sunday evenings.
- it hurts to wake the little one up from his early morning sleep.
- it hurts when i change his clothes and he wants to stretch and relax and play.
- it hurts to see him scan the room with his big eyes looking for his mom.
- it hurts to stuff him in his car seat, cheat him with a toy and he does not have a clue he is going to daycare. he just smiles and giggles.
- it hurts the most when you leave him at his daycare and he realizes he is being left there and his eyes fill up with tears.
after all this, on the few days when work turns out to be not that exciting, it just hurts more.
ah those painful monday mornings….
