I am a bad, bad parent.
My wife went back home for a couple of days, to surprise her mother on her sixtieth birthday. So there have just been the two of us this weekend. And the poor little thing got sick. Fever, a little bit of vomiting, runny nose, etc.
I should feel bad about this. And I do, don't get me wrong. But this is an energetic kid. Who likes to climb and crawl and roll and dance and fling her toys around her. When she's not sleeping. But now, she's just so little. And just wants to be held. And have her cheek stroked gently. And then she utters the most pathetic little whimpers you can imagine. All of a sudden, I am needed. I mean truly needed.
I know. Bad, bad, bad.