Younger son went to camp on Wednesday night. We left him at camp around 7:45 that evening and he was crying. Older son and I were crying too. Yesterday was tolerable. I only got misty-eyed a few times, but held it together pretty well. Today was a different story.
Last night I cuddled a pair of his footed pajamas. I didn’t sleep well. I woke up every few hours. I didn’t really have bad dreams or anything, just kept waking up. Didn’t sleep soundly.
This morning I cried a lot. Couldn’t get myself to stop. I kept myself busy and tried not to think about it on my way home from the lovely half-day Friday. Filled my afternoon with busy work. It was good because it was purposeful work. But I was still thinking about him.
Tonight I put in Sweeney Todd and figured that would fill the evening but it was only 10:30 when it was over. I can’t bear this. If I go to sleep this early I know I won’t sleep well. I wish it were already Saturday morning.
I know it’s only two days of not seeing him, and I know others in the world have had to deal with far more dire circumstances. Still it hurts my heart to know my baby isn’t in our home. Tomorrow morning. Only an hour and a half away. Then I’ll see my baby. Still, it’s only 10:52…
ohbloodyhell8 
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