Crying.

Christopher cried when I left him at daycare today.
Ever since he started doing his separation anxiety thing a month ago, his day care workers have been distracting him or holding him when I leave. (On the days that he cares. Sometimes he is too busy madly crawling around the room and waving at his friends to notice. Those are the good days.)
Today, he was tired and I put him in his crib for a nap before I left. When I looked back as I walked out the door, he was standing in his crib, holding out his hands for me and crying.
And I left.
Worst. Feeling. Ever.