People who are not teachers have no clue what it is like to have a day of parent teacher conferences.
Today was a 12 hour day, the first half with students, the second half with conferences.
I am so exhausted and I miss my little babe so much. This was the longest I have ever been away from him and the anxiety of this day set in as soon as I saw the date scheduled on the calendar.
How can he be without me all day and all night?
How can he possibly have his bed time story without me?
How can he go to sleep before I am even home?
I was so worried about him.
Here we are, almost 14 hours since I held him, and he is perfectly fine.
I am sitting on the couch and watching him on the monitor, actually half-way hoping he will wake up so I can hold him and stare at his little face.
I realize that he really should never have been my worry, it was me who struggled today,
How would I get through without him all day and all night?
How can I miss his bedtime story?
How can I go to sleep without giving him a goodnight kiss?
I missed so much.
I am glad to report that I survived. I cried on my way home, but I survived.