Really, thank you for all the support yesterday. Jon got home late last night and I poured out all my thoughts to him. That's how I know I married the right guy. When things go right or wrong, I need him and he always makes me feel better.
Btw, for those that do not know me in real life, I crack jokes about my hearing all the time. I even cracked them at the hospital and during post-surgery exams. I am not sensitive about my hearing loss and love to hear good jokes. During my surgery recovery, Jon's brother sent a cookie bouquet. Here I am, hair unwashed for days, eating the ear of the little surgeon.)
The news also came during a bad week. The boys were mostly out of school for the last two weeks. We had visitors and nights we stayed up late and lots of fun times. This was their first full week back and it was a rough transition. Jon jumped right back into traveling as he was gone four days. I think we were all sad real life had to start again.
On Tuesday night, Nate was a terror. Shouting, saying mean things to me ("I don't love you mommy. I love daddy, not you."), just really acting out. I asked him why he was in a bad mood and he said, "I miss my daddy." I gave him lots of attention and hugs and really fawned on him.
So... the rest of the week as he acted like a normal two year old (terrible one minute, so loving the next) whenever he would do something really bad, he would follow it with "I miss my daddy." Smack Alex in the face, I miss dad. Throw food at the table, I miss dad. Tantrum over not getting to watch tv, I miss dad.
That kid is so freaking smart. I didn't catch on for a day. I got outsmarted by a 2 year old.