So Christine left last night for NYC on the red eye (she’s going to start traveling about once a month for work). She left the house at 8:30.
9:15 Maile wakes up (mind you, this is a bit weird – the last month, she mostly goes down at 7 and sleeps through the night).
I let her cry a bit, but she’s really upset. Its like she knows. I go in. Bunnies are thrown to the ground outside the crib (a new trick), snots everywhere. Tears. So sad.
She signals that she wants me to pick her up and bring her to Mommy. Hmm… that’s going to be a problem.
I pick her up and try to calm her down. She insists on leaving the room. She directs me to the bedroom where Mommy usually is. Alas, no one there. Maile is confused. She looks at me accusingly. “What did you do with my Mommy?”
She directs me to the living room (second most likely location for Mommy). Not there.
We go to the kitchen. Not there either.
All the while, I’m explaining to Maile that Mommy has gone to New York and that if she goes to sleep. And wakes up. And goes to sleep again. And wakes up. And again. And again. Then Mommy will be home. The key I remind her is the “go to sleep” part.
She still thinks I did something to Mommy. We check both bathrooms. We check the closets. We go outside. (That calms her down a little – look at the pretty trees.)
We open the fridge. No Mommy, but there are blueberries. Can I have blueberries, Daddy? Sure. Chomp, chomp. Starting to relax. “Seriously, Daddy, what did you do to Mommy?” We review the whole “go to sleep, wake up” thing again. She’s not buying what I’m selling.
I want milk. No I don’t. Yes I do. No I don’t. Yes I do. No I don’t. We do that for 5 minutes. We ultimately decide that we want milk. We drink 3 ounces.
We check the bedroom again. Mommy didn’t sneak back in. We grab one of Mommy’s t-shirts to bring with us. Smells like Mommy. Not Mommy though.
We go to the living room. Shall we read a book? Yes, Daddy, let’s do that. We read the “Kiss Kiss” book. Twice. Maile gives me some kisses. She’s forgiven me for disappearing Mommy. No I haven’t. Okay, just kidding about that part.
Yawn. Yawn. Eye rub. One last blueberry. Eye rub. Yawn.
Off to bed again. Cry. Cry. Sleep.
(Total time: 1 hour 20 minutes.)
Daddy, thank you for Mommy's shirt so I have something of hers to keep with me, but I'd really appreciate if you could return the real thing ASAP. Thanks.
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