You Had To Make It Complicated

Things have been working out pretty well with the new schedule, wherein I have Milo after 4pm three days a week, and after 1PM the other two days a week, except for one slight problem. Milo has suddenly decided to develop a tiny case of seperation anxiety. The nerve!

When he sees either Steven or me in the morning, or catches a glimpse of us in the hallway for the first time that day, he starts doing a little happy dance. He kicks his legs and bounces his whole tiny body up and down while simultaneously making little shrieks of glee. And then, after we have said hello or good morning or good afternoon and squeezed him a bit and gone to hand him back to the babysitter so we can do a bit more work, he starts to cry. Has there even in the history of time been something as heartbreaking as having a tiny little person crying because he just wants to spend time with you?

Luckily the anxiety passes quickly once we are out of sight and Milo goes easily back to being his old happy self, but my heart falls to pieces every time.

There is no way to win the motherhood war.