This my first week back at work. Bridger survived with amazing fortitude, while I sat in the car and cried every day. I never imagined loving someone so much that separation for 8 hours could have devastating effects. Bridger played with Daddy Mon-Wed and with our babysitter Brittany on Thursday and Friday. Barb Hatton, who many of you know as Ruth's mom, spent Friday morning with him until Tom got home. I returned home each day to pick him up and hold him until I was too tired to stay awake.
Bridger certainly puts things in perspective too. When a student Friday decided to damage my stool and then proceeded to ask me why I "had to be such an a**hole" about it, it was as if I was in someone else's body. Unlike my usual emotional reaction and rise in blood pressure, I just asked him if I heard what I thought. He calmly answered by asking me if I would like to escort him to the office. "I certainly would" I responded. And immediately went back to thinking about how my little one was at home missing me. I left school without thinking anything more about that kid, my thoughts consumed by my reunion with Bridger that afternoon. Our little man better never utter a word like that to a teacher or his ass is grass! I spent all weekend loving every minute with Bridger. Tom was at deercamp trying to "catch" a deer (as our non-hunting friends say). Back to work Monday...sadly. Can't wait until winter break, spring break, summer break...well, you get the point.
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