I've noticed these past few months that Mondays are hard days for my girls. We've just spent the weekend together doing family things: errands, big breakfast, trip to the playground or zoo. We really make the most of those two days together.
Come Monday, the fun grinds to a halt and we're back in the zone: get up, get dressed, eat up, get your coat on and get out the door. T seems especially sad on Mondays. Sometimes she shows it by being thoughtful and drawn inward. Sometimes, she's outright defiant and pushing every-single-button. Most times, she just doesn't say goodbye as we drop Daddy off or give me kisses as I leave her at daycare.
Mondays are hard.
Yesterday, she was especially sad. Knowing that we have a long weekend and a trip home coming up, I thought I would cheer her up with this good news. She responded well and seemed much happier. She loves going to Grammie's house and seeing her "friends", aka her cousins.
A few more minutes into our trip, K started to whine and howl. Being the amazing big sister she is, T tried to comfort her with this, "Don't worry K. Just a few days of school and then they won't leave us anymore!".
That was the sound of my heart breaking.
I spent a couple more minutes hugging her yesterday morning, and afternoon, and night, and again this morning. I reminded her how much we love her and that we miss her too during the day. I also reminded her how much she loves her teacher Ms. Vecky and how much fun she has at daycare. Maybe all we need is a good long vacation together. Maybe I just needed a reminder that I have amazing daughters who love their mom and dad so much.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm doing something right.