The Drop

now I am sitting on the bus without a heart. I just left mine, crying, clinging, alone in a room full of people. Charlie isn't taking the drop off that well. He cries just at the sight of the daycare door. He knows that we are going to leave him there. Without an explanation. Without any justifiable reason as far as he is concerned. How can I tell him about the bills, about the need to work in order to support our happy little family. I know he will learn to like daycare. Dylan is the complete opposite. He ran down to daycare from the house. "raka spåret pappa!" ("straight there, pappa") His mom taught him that. Then he revs up his motor and runs down to daycare. When was the last time you revved up your motor before you ran. It is a special age. You are old enough to run, but not aware enough to know that only your dad thinks you are the coolest thing on two feet when you rev up your motor. That is how I started my day. With yin och yang, up and down. Positive and Negative. It is going to take me a few hours to find the balance in this situation.