I told Osh Osh that I will be working late and he kept saying, "Mummy, I go work with you". We took the train to his school today as DH decided not to drive today. When DH got off the train with him (I would then continue my journey in the train to the office), Osh Osh started to cry and reached out for me. As DH carried Osh Osh away into the sea of people rushing to get on board the train, I could just see Osh Osh's head above DH's shoulder and he was still crying.
Now, you know why today's post is titled "Bad Mummy" feeling. I really feel like one now.