Separation anxiety causes Joelle behavior
Saturday, February 07, 2009
I realize this statement requires an explanation. Joelle, for all you non-Biggest-Loser-fans out there, was this season's Biggest Loser slacker. She wandered around the gym aimlessly, watching other people bust their humps. Her weight loss was according, and she and her team mate were voted off this past week. I will not admit to doing a little happy dance, but trust me, I was relieved.
So DH and I have signed up with the local YMCA, and are planning on going faithfully three times a week. My oldest, the munchkin, is three years old and loves, loves, LOVES the day care facility there. My youngest, the peanut, is nine months old and does not. The first time she was so hysterical that I went back in to get her after five minutes of incessant screaming. I couldn't take it. The second time they came and got me after thirty minutes, the last ten of which she had been screaming her head off. And this morning, the third try, we both made it to 45 minutes before we couldn't take it anymore. She started bawling hysterically when she saw me, and it was all I could do not to join right in.
She hates being away from me. I hate being away from her. I know she cries after I leave the play room, despite the absolutely lovely people that take care of her, and I can't get myself to actually do anything constructive. I wander around the gym, watch DH do something mysterious with intimidating torture devices, I take a half-assed stab at doing some cardio on the bikes or the treadmill, and all the while I am thinking ;"My baby is crying because she needs me, and I am not there."
It sucks. They tell me it will get better.
I sure hope they are right.