I dropped Payton off at daycare yesterday at 1:45. I did not think much of it, since I do that most days. I worked second shift and got home around midnight and went to bed.
I switched my schedule around so I had to double back, meaning I had to get up at 4:45 a.m. and be at work by 6:00. While driving to work, I realized that I would not see my daughter until about 4:30 when I picked her up at daycare.
It made me sad. I did not go in her room while she was sleeping because I did not want to wake her up. But that meant not seeing her for over 24 hours. Definitely not cool!
I knocked on the door to her room and the girl yells for Payton. She is all the way across the room, turns and sees me. She screams “DADDY!!!!” She takes off at all a full run towards me, some other kid hears daddy and he starts coming at the door saying “daddy?” Payton stops in front of him and says “MY DADDY!” She runs to me and gives me a huge hug.
She pulls away and says “go home and see Sammy?”
Well yeah, how can I compete with the dog…
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