Daddy picked you up on Friday and the incident happened.
I called Saturday and Daddy said that you were sleeping. I asked him to call me back whenever you woke up and surprisingly he did. Unfortunately, I was away from my phone when he called back :( Of course I returned the call and got to hear your voice. YAY! You seemed to be having so much fun with your Daddy. And a little piece of me fell apart because of it.
Sunday @ 5:00 PM, Daddy dropped you off at home. You had on a teal Australia shirt on with some plaid shorts to match and a pair of silver and pink Dora sandals that your Daddy had bought for you. When Thelma unbuckled you from the car seat and you just started whining. "Daddy, I wanna go with you." Seeing you cry like that just shattered my heart to little pieces. If it hurt me to see you crying for you Daddy, I know it hurt him a whole lot more. I do wish that Daddy took a more active role in your life. I also wished that he would do it on his own accord and that he did not wait for me to take the initiative to make it so that it will happen. Too bad...like Mommy said before, we can't always get what we want. I hope that one day in the future when Daddy has found the love his life, he and I can be friends again. Or maybe when he has found his happiness again with you that he and I can become friends. It is not fair to you to see Daddy and Mommy fighting. That is not what love is or is it even what love consists of. I am sorry that you have to see your Daddy and I interact this way. Just know that we love you, no matter what. Even if Daddy will hate me forever, he will always love you. I on the other hand will never hate your Daddy. I don't and never will. I can't say the same for the decisions he makes, but as a person he CAN be someone great. Maybe it doesn't help out that much since he & I are both rats. It's believed that rats are stubborn and hard-headed creatures. That would actually go for all three of us since you are a rat too! Oh! Maybe that's why you always like to yell back at me! Now I get it! :D
You cried for a good 15 minutes that day after Daddy dropped you off. I am praying that as time goes by and you see Daddy every other weekend that that is not the case.
Ever since Ramon has been working earlier, you don't get up like I need for you to get up.
Maybe I have not disciplined you well enough. Either that or you are one hard child to get up now...
Your day is very simple. Wake up, drop you off at Daddy Martin & Auntie Mommy's house...you see Bianca, Veronica, and Taylor...go to daycare...and then you come home. I need you up by 7 AM and we can't leave the house any later than 7:15 AM or Mommy will be late getting to work. Lately, when I try to wake you up, you tell me "No Mommy, I don't want to go!" You will then grab the blanket and pull it over your head and fall back asleep.
Can't keep doing that baby girl. You are starting to look more and more like your Daddy. Acting more and more like me. As of this point, I can't tell if that is a good thing...but I'm going to take it for what it's worth.
Loving you always and forever,
Mommy
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