Away from home

I went out to do some contract work yesterday - a five hour shift away from Baby. My good friend came round to babysit until partner could come home... and I thought all was going well, until I called home at the end of the shift to check in. All I could hear was wailing in the background and a terse and tense voice saying, 'Yes?'. Turns out Baby had been an angel for my friend, but as soon as Daddy had come home, she turned on the waterworks for two solid hours. (This makes me appreciate how zen she is most of the time, tho.) I think his head was about to cave in by the time I got home (two bus stops and a cab ride later in one of the most uncomfortable journeys I've ever made)... it's hard to go back to work. That's the moral of this story.