Tonight Rick was on a man date with his BFF. So I was flying solo at bedtime. Usually Rick puts Jacob to bed and I put Mags down. Well tonight Jacob was being a pain about bedtime. At one point of going back and forth from Maggie's room to Jacob's room, Jacob looked up with big ol crocodile tears in his eyes. I couldn't help but rush over and throw my arms around him and put him in the tightest hug possible. I said what's wrong. He said so teary that his voice was quivering, "I miss my daddy." Well then we were both boo hooing. He sobbed in my arms. He missed his bedtime buddy. And he's a big boy and can go one or two nights with a different routine, as we would this night. But that didn't change how much he genuinely missed his dad. In that moment I was so grateful that God blessed him with a good daddy. There are a lot out there that aren't so good and aren't worth missing. But this one is.
Went to Maggie's room and I got the same thing. Her cry is a bit more dramatic (what else would you expect) I sob sob sob, miss, sob sob sob, my, sob sob sob, daaaaddddddy! Oh for Pete's sake, I can't take two of these. So this is what happened next.
Sleep over in sissy's room!
