Whenever I go out, First Son gets a hangover the next morning. If I’m not home to tuck First Son into bed or by the time Husband tucks him in, he usually comes to visit me in the middle of the night, (which doesn’t last long due to his proclivity to kick other humans in bed with him, so I always escort him back). He wakes up a touch cranky, in a verge-of-tears-not-sure-what’s-bothering-him kind of state of being, and I realized, he gets emotional hangovers whenever I go out, which of course, makes me feel knife-stabbing-guilt. Well-played, First Son.
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