"Where Were You Mommy?"

Last Friday I was called by the DON (director of nursing)  from the facility that I work at. There were so many call offs for the weekend that they were desperate for nurses. I agreed to work for four hours on Saturday (which of course turned into six). Either way Matthew was okay with the idea, and I thought that this would be a good transition into me working (instead of jumping right into a eight hour shift.). I cried when I left (or course), which was bad enough, but little did I know that the coming home would be worse. Matthew and Matthan greeted me at the door, and Matthan  cried when he saw me. My heart about broke into two as he looked at me, and seemed to say "Where were you mommy?!" He then nursed for a very long time.