I was back in the classroom on Friday morning for my four (classes) in a row. Charlie had made up for sleeping from 6pm Wednesday night till 7am and then some more in the morning after Jim left to teach Thursday by staying up all Friday night till around 6.00am.
That was just around the time I woke up or rather officially got up for good. I can't exactly say I woke up because, while Charlie paced and kept vigil in the living room, it was best to have someone conscious of his mood and therefore also not asleep.
Around midnight he had said 'Mom work' and 'Mom train' with much conviction. Yes, he knew that, after being home full-time since May, I was back to work.
As he had on the days Jim went to NYC to teach, Charlie's anxiety got the better of him after just over an hour (evinced on Friday by him saying 'Mommy' nonstop, with rising fervor). Things peaked, Jim offered extensive reassurances, and Charlie was conked out in the brown chair when I walked in the front door at 2.30pm.
We'll both be home now till Wednesday at 7.25am when the bus (hopefully) appears.
Nonetheless, throughout Saturday Charlie displayed ample anxiety symptoms in the form on an unpredictable gastrointestinal system. He did have a really big smile to see his godfather 'Uncle' Mike on Saturday and share a Ferris wheel ride on the last day of a down-the-shore firemen's fair.