Rachel has been weepy and kind of clingy the last two days or so. She insists to Drew and I, separately, that she's a bad kid, and we can't possibly love her, and she has asked each of us plaintively, "Do you love me? Really? Are you SURE?"
And then tonight she asserted that the only reason I tell her I love her is to be nice.
I don't quite know where this is coming from. On the one hand, I'm a little stressed out because I start a new job tomorrow and I'm under deadline pressure to finish a story before we all head out next Saturday to NYC on spring break (YAY!!! Can't wait!!!). Come to think of it, maybe that's unsettling to our little girl and she's wondering if that means a change in her status.
I came up to her as I was preparing to feed her a bit early tonight (Drew left work late) and told her that we would always love her -- even if she does bad things, even if she goes to prison, even if...you get the idea. She cheered up after a bit, but it's like this little dark thundercloud is just beneath the surface of her cheeriness. I hope it clears up soon.
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