For a wet day, I surprisingly got into the office approximately the same time I would get in without the hassle of a wet commute. I somehow feel like I’m moving about less an arm because I left my pressed powder at home. (Talk about vanity..) Otherwise, I think I will live.
Angel was running after me when I was about to go, and I went and gave him a hug assuring him I would be back at the end of the day. Thanks to “Elmo’s World”, he let me go. Rather than opt to sneak out, I am trying to teach him the concept of saying goodbye. Mom has been good at teaching him to wave goodbye, and having Lola there to take care of him while I slowly exit helps a lot.
How I wish I had the luxury of cutting the day short and going home. Not today, I guess. I am already neck deep in work but decided to post here. My way of being with my baby again. It was a good weekend, I think. He and I are at a constant tug of war on being carried and not being carried. I still can’t believe he’s just 10 months old.
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