36 hours later

So I can say that I feel a little better.... Yesterday was hard!

I made it through most of the day yesterday....Sad but still holding it together. No anxiety, no funny buisness with my heart. I felt fine. But I guess I can on;y take hearing ("can we go pick up daddy from his work trip now?") So many times before it just breaks me.The hardest thing I think I have had to deal with since becomming a mother is listening to my girls cry for their daddy. Rylee was just sitting in the bath yesterday morning, having fun and giggling. All of the sudden she just burst into tears and started to cry for daddy. She just cried and cried and cried. All I could do was get her dressed and hold her until she finally stopped.

In the evening I just kept crying... hearing your kids cry for their father is the ultimate worst! And nothing I can say or do is going to make it better for them. All we need is time. All day today she keeps asking for him. Asking me, "Pretty please go get daddy?" Like I am keeping him from her or something.