Last night I had a hard time sleeping. Mac has been in Sudbury with my parents since Monday. This is the longest we have ever been apart. Surely, he must be distraught and in a constant state of panic. How can a boy with two moms survive so long without even one?
I imagined tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking his shirt. I imagined my parents frazzled, and greying more and more by the moment, as they tried to calm the homesick babe.
And then I woke up to this video. So I guess he is masking his pain with music and couch jumping. Poor baby.