Green With Envy

I was so proud of myself today.  I hopped out of bed, got myself ready for work, kissed Henry and Ryan goodbye and was out the door at a great time.  I even had a good day at work without one tear or pitiful moment on my part (I did have to share the video of his sock giggles a couple of times, though).  At 4:00, I got in the car and drove to pick up my Henry.

Everything was great, until I walked in the door.  Gail was giving Henry his last bottle of the day.  Nothing was wrong with this picture.  Henry had an earlier than usual bottle this morning, so it made sense to me that he would want a bottle around 4:45-5.  And I'm really happy with Gail and how she interacts with Henry and the other kids.  But I wasn't happy.  I was jealous.  I was bothered by the fact that I wasn't the one giving Henry his bottle.

I like giving Henry his bottle.  Its my cuddle time with him.  I hold his bottle, and Henry holds his toes.  I talk and give him kisses on his forehead.  Henry smiles and says "ga."  As I sat in Charlotte traffic this afternoon, I thought about our cuddle time and looked forward to his last bottle of the day.  And it just didn't happen for me, and this makes me sad.  I don't know, I guess its just one more adjustment I have to make to this whole working-mom thing.