I'm slowly working my way towards getting the heck out of the military. I have been waiting and waiting for a promotion. However, the paperwork has been stuck somewhere since January, and I'm thinking of just saying, "Heck with it."
How important is a piece of paper with a promotion on it anyway?
The eye-opening thing is, Big T seems to have forgotten, over the long weekend, how important I am to him. Or should be, at any rate. There was an incident where he was hurt and he ran screaming away when I went to kiss him. He was crying, "I want Daddy! Daddy will kiss me!"
and I said, "Daddy's at work. I can kiss you."
and he said, "No! I don't want Daddy to be at work. I want Daddy upstairs! Daddy! Daddy! Kiss me Daddy!"
Then, last night, while I was doing the supper and bathing and book and snuggling, every time T would open his mouth to say something, it came out like this:
"Dad--uh--Mommy, blah. blah. blah."
Who is this "Dad--uh--Mommy" and why would we put up with her when real "Mommy" could be home every weekend?
1 comment:
That breaks my heart.
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