Tears

You know what is one of the things I hate most in this world? When you realize that somehow while you were going about your cleaning for the day, your baby monitor has been switched off, and you turn it on again only to realize your child has been screaming and sobbing for who-knows-how-long. You rush to his room and sure enough his eyes are swollen and he has his face burried in his blanket as he chokes out his sobs, thinking that he is alone and no one loves him. (Or so I imagine as the cuprit mother who has unknowingly abondoned him). Thank goodness they forgive so much more easily than we forgive ourselves.