There’s no doubt that this has been a busy week at my house - what with it being my last day at b5media, Amy having a visit at Children’s Hospital, birthdays and work obligations… So I know the kids are exhausted.
That said, the complete meltdown this morning? Totally didn’t see it coming.
Amy had been up and down all morning. Crazy mood swings. But I finally got her calmed down enough to get to school. About a block away, Charlie says, “Look, Airplane! It’s flying!” I answer, “Yep, it’s an airplane, like the one that daddy will be in next week.”
Amy stops. She says, “Daddy is leaving? For Germany?”
And I say, “Yes.”
And she burst into tears. Major waterworks.
“But I don’t want him to go!”
And we chatted for a moment about how it was only for a bit, how he’d be back soon. Some semblance of peacefulness came over her and she stopped sobbing.
I was flabbergasted. Every time that Chris goes on these trips, I struggle with the kiddos. But usually, my tough spot is Katie. Never Amy. But this time, apparently that’s different.
I left her at school, little face all puffy, tiara on crooked. It was utterly heartbreaking.
