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he earned it.

morning mugs.
john didn't want to be put down this morning. he didn't want mom to go to the gym, didn't want to go to daycare, didn't want juice, didn't want the dog, didn't want an airplane puzzle, didn't want cheese, didn't want a banana. his answer to everything was no with tears in his eyes.

days like today i struggle so much with being a "working mom." surely, i could just blow off the gym, blow off work, and hold my little bug in my arms until he finally smiled? surely, SURELY, that's the right thing to do for my child?

but no. i want to be a healthy mom, i want to be a fiscally responsible and fiscally sound mom, and i want to teach my child that even on the rough days, we put on our shoes and push through. take an extra moment for a snuggle or a hug, sure, an extra kiss, an extra squeeze, but we can't stay home, my love, we have to go.

so ... off to work out and then to work i went. at least they had choo-choos on the tv when we got to school - choo-choos seemed to distract john a little bit and even made him smile as i slunk out the door.

and i guess when you really consider it, not EVERY morning can be the best morning ever. and it is wednesday. and i will see my bug in another two hours and we'll make the most of a family evening. i guess the little guy earned a grumpy morning or two ...

but it sure does make a momma sad.

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