that was rough

on all of us I guess.

I had a business trip to Boston that left Saturday. in the middle of water still coming in our basement and contractors scheduled for Monday.

Ethan was with Jerrie and Jim - and got sick. on Saturday night he excitedly told me that he threw up 4 times! they had to bring him home of course. poor buddy.

I got home Wednesday after E had gone to bed.

I am not sure how it happens, but when I went into his room to check on him and he was laying there all calm and sleeping he just looked so much older. like a much older boy and not my toddler. is a 4yr old still a toddler? a preschooler? anyway - so mature.

fast forward to Thursday night - complete and utter melt down about pajama bottoms. he's screaming and kicking. I left the room. he finally comes into me with that sobbing that racks his body and he can't stop they hyperventilating. he says he needs to give me a hug and he's sorry. he clings to me so tight and I tell him that I love him, just that he hurt my feelings. he backs up huge tears in his eyes and says to me, "mommy, you hurt my heart too" omg! talk about an arrow right through my heart and a punch to the gut. 5 nights away was tough on both of us. poor buddy.