I was acting so tough.
Especially around Troy.
He tends to be the "softie" when it comes to kids, and I tend to be the "hardnose" let's-get-down-to-business mom.
But really, it's just an act.
Deep down, I am just a big marshmallowy softie too.
It became evident tonight as we bravely walked out to the tree to hang the bag of binkies (or just binky because we couldn't seem to find the other 13 that are usually laying around) and jack reached in the bag before hanging it up and whispered sweetly, "just one more suck".
I lost it. so did troy.
I am losing it right now.
It was really so sad.
And I can't stop crying.
Tomorrow will be better, right?
