Morning Woe

Bobby has to work. He just has to. He owns his own business and nobody - I repeat - nobody will do everything that needs to be done like he can. Not yet, anyway. 

So yeah, I get this. And yeah, I've bitched and complained a thousand times on here how I wish he didn't have to go. But this morning it was hardcore. Like woeismedamselinfrickendistress hardcore.

I begged. I pleaded. I gave him a list of reasons why he should stay in bed. I planned out our day together and reminded him how the business won't fail with him not being there for ONE DAY! He listened quietly and I felt like a child for a moment. Please, Daddy! Pleeeeeease! I'll mow the lawn! How 'bout I take the trash out everyday this month without being told???? See those stairs? I'll vacuum them 2x a week. Come on! Whaddya say????? 

He wrapped his arms around me and said, "I'm thinking about it."

Like, okay. Don't EVER tell me you're thinking about it if you're just going to say no. It's the ultimate tease, and frankly, it's kind of mean. And he knew he was going to deny my request.

Then I got mean. And quiet. And I pouted. And honestly, I acted like a child. A spoiled, rotten Veruca Salt one.

I WANT IT NOW!

He's not staying. 

But I know he would if he could, so how can I be mad at him? I can't.

So I sulked like the baby I am.

Then I remembered I had 101 things to do today. Perhaps this wasn't the best day for him to stay home, anyway. Besides, who am I to give him guilt about WORKING? Just to be clear, that's the neurotic part of my brain trying to get some attention. Not really me. 

So I let go of my distress and gave him a kiss goodbye. 

It's off to work we go. 

Then I thought, goodbye is not easy.

And that is a good thing.