Today when I dropped Noah off at preschool, he cried.
Sobbed. Threw himself at me. Begged me to hold him. Wailed. “Don’t leave, Mommy, don’t leave! Stay and play with me!” (which sounds like “stay n pway wis me!”)
Bonnie, his teacher, said he threw temper tantrums a couple mornings last week, running from door to door in the room and crying for me. He settled down, obviously, but it took a while.
I remember this happening with Sammy when she was about this age. And it happened occasionally at our sitter’s, too.
But man, is it hard to walk out the door.
How do you other mommies who work outside the home handle this? What do you do when the guilt gets you down? And do you ever feel like you’re ruining your kids for life?