After one day of work, I come home to Jo Jo crying her little eyes out. When I take her, she only looks to my mom for comfort. How can a four-month-old be that distanced from me after 12 hours?
I have no choice but to work, but this tears me up inside like nothing else.
Oh so so sad. 😦 4-month olds are fickle. I know on non-work days she would always look to you.
When my kids choose my husband over me, my heart breaks a little. Of course they love him. He’s amazing. But I want to see that squeal of delight when I enter the room. I’m with then all the time, so I’m old news.