i left phoenix alone with his dad for the first time tonight.
and - although kevin is a wonderful dad, i felt intense separation anxiety and guilt about leaving him - to attend a writing salon, i mean, how dare i pursue writing, after the baby? waah!
so, when i called to check in, you can imagine the haunt i felt when kevin didn't answer the phone. the three times that i called him. i stood around while the group exchanged goodbyes wishing i could teleport or at least be like Evie from Out of this World and freeze time.
(for those of you who were there tonight, i was in my head for the last hour. my humbling crumbling apologies. )
i arrived home in near panic and this is what i found: