I often feel rotten whenever I leave my little girls at home to go to the office. This afternoon was no exception.
We had our normal "no-don't-go-i'll-bawl-my-eyes-out" goodbyes. Each kid was hanging on to one leg to convince us to stay.
My conscience was eating me. How can you leave them like this? What if they don't get to eat well? What if they escape and leave the house?
It was quiet on our way to work. My husband and I were probably worrying about the same thing.
As soon as I got to the office, I called our house to make sure they are okay. Our trustee ole Yaya said they were in their room. She called them to let them know I was on the phone.
My younger little girl sounded like she was sobbing - "Mommy, where are you? Why aren't you here?" I explained why I needed to be in the office and gave her the promise that I will get her a little something for "pasalubong". She gave a very soft okay and what followed was a surprise.
She said in the most cheerful and rushing-to-get-out-of-the-call tone:
"Portia, mommy mo!! Tawag ka!" (Portia, YOUR mom is calling you)
"Mommy, bye na. I'm watching Backyardigans."
I heard Portia said "That's your mommy. Later... I'm playing my game." before I heard a loud click and a busy tone.
Fun! I love how kids can move on sooooooo fast!
Here I was worried how they were coping.