Again. Walking through the doorway. I don't know what is wrong with me. I am so mad at myself.
Last time, he didn't even notice. This time he cried. Broke my heart. I called the doc, again. They are going to think I'm nuts.
I love him so much, yet I keep making stupid mistakes. I felt so good this morning, like I had crossed some imaginary hurdle and I'd found my stride. Now I feel awful, and I'm worried about his poor little noggin.