**Sigh**

There are very few times in my life when I felt as though my heart is being literally ripped out of my chest....

Once or twice it involved boys that I thought I loved, or a really good sale on shoes that I missed. Tonight it involved my son. I would never in my life keep him from his father, but looking at him crying and telling me he wanted to stay with his dad and not come to my house.... yeah.... totally sucked! I wanted to grab him and drag him to my house, since it was my night, but the sensible part of me decided that wasn't really conducive to fostering a healthy psyche in the child. So I bit my tongue and left him with his father, and then cried the whole 2 miles back to my house.

I know that I'm the mom and not the super cool way fun dad, but still it sucked.

Darn that little snot and the way he can make me feel like crap.... and he's only 5!!! Can you imagine when he's 15????? Seriously, I should just buy stock in the makers of Xanax now.