Derek is back to work, I don't think I've mentioned that. His knee is healed and he's back to patrol.
I'm sad to have him gone. The boys are too.
Corbin has a hard time with change. At the beginning of Derek's time home with the broken knee, Corbin would tell him that it was time for work. And wanted him to go like he usually did at night.
Now it's another story....
You see Derek would lay with Corbin until he fell asleep at night. It was a great break for me not putting Corbin to bed every night by myself. But let me tell you, I am paying for that one.
Last night was the first night with out Derek in a long time.
Things moved along smoothly, we did the whole routine that Derek started, play with race cars, play memory game, lay in bed and read books with a flashlight. Corbin was all calm and relaxed....
Until I got up.
First he started crying for "Mama", not "Mom" or "Mommy", "Mama" the way Cooper cries for me when he's hurt or sad. The way a sweet, helpless, little baby would call out. "Mama lay down with me, I love you, Mama, Mama". This kid has game.
When that didn't work he decide to try and get my sympathy by crying for "Daddy". The daddy who left him all alone with mean mommy, (the daddy who started this whole thing). That didn't work either.
I just kept putting him back in bed.
What started at 8:30 wasn't finished until after 11:00.
This morning when I woke him up for school, the first words he mumbled were "I'm sorry Mommy".
Melt my heart.