I not doing my wordless Wednesday today, although there literally are no words for how guilty I feel…………………….
As we are moving in the next week or so I have loads to do so thought putting LPV in daycare would be a good idea, rather than him being at risk of being packed up in box and shipped to Amsterdam…. I’m being serious I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before, considering when we moved apartments last year, the movers actually wrapped the used nappies from the bin and packed them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well it is Dubai after all
I thought I would ease him in gently, as daycare in the gym where I go to Zumba I put him in for the hour while I was shaking my booty…………………. I didn’t like the fact the just took him from me and would let me come in but I went along with it, in floods of tears I walked along the corridor to Zumba. My heart wasn’t in it, I kept thinking about my wee man, the ache in my chest was too much to bare so I went to see if he was ok in between routines. I walked along the corridor and I could her him screaming bloody murder…… I met what was obviously the owner and she assured me he’d be fine. Blubbing again I went back to Zumba, a couple tooshy shaking tunes and I went to check again……………….still crying, the worse thing was I couldn’t hear anyone trying to console him (my god I’m crying as I type, soppy tart).
This time I decided to take him, poor wee lamb we went back to Zumba but he was in no form for playing, while I selfishly exercised. We left got a rather large coffee, came home, LPV was happy as larry (who ever he is) and I had a nervous breakdown on the phone to expatdaddy….
God why is this so hard, I know he’ll be fine and it will do him the world of good but he’s my right arm, my everything, how can I just let him cry like that I official feel like the worse mother ever