How did you leave home to work everyday?

Last Thursday morning, I was awoken by Ivan’s distress call for a scratch. While I was scratching his little hand, I pretended to be asleep. It was time for me to wake up actually, it was 7am. I opened up my right eye-lid slightly to peek at him and he, who saw me doing that returned with a smile. Gee.. he’s awake.

That simply means that he cannot have me out of his sight. Oh, and I have a meeting at 0900 am. I can’t hang around till he’s comfortable-to-have-me-away. He WILL never be comfortable with me away anyway.

So, without many choices, I woke up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and do whatever you do in the morning. Except …. except that I have a son screaming for me outside, knocking on my door and calling me mummy! mummy? mummy? non stop. Thank goodness for Jef. Jef distracted him with don’t-know-what and the knocking stops.

After that, I came out of bathroom to get dressed. After dressing up, I had to make my exit. And again, thank goodness for Jef. He distracted Ivan again and I made my way to the door and to downstairs and to the main door. *phewwww*

Close escape.

That’s what I go through everyday. I don’t get to kiss my son goodbye, wish him a great day today and so on and so forth. I don’t get a hug-before-leaving-the-house. Instead, I will need to sneak out of the house as silently as possible and as fast as I could.

Pity? Yes. But well, I’m the VIP in Ivan’s life. I’m his Diva and I’m the goddess. And this is how it should be. *grin* I can’t complain about it now cause I only have another 5 years to enjoy before he gets busy with his life as well. He will be in Primary One then and he will saying, ‘Hey mummy !!! Get Up !!! I’m going to be late for school !’ I’m surely looking forward to that day …. *sincerely*

Back to the question. How did you leave home to work everyday? Well, for me, I left with a heavy heart. I wanted so much to kiss him goodbye, and hug him tight. But I couldn’t. I have work and I have an employer who pays my salary waiting for me to report to work. Life sucks at times.