Every day she gets older is another day closer to me leaving her to go back to work. I think of this every day and it does not get "better". I do not feel good about my decision (well, its not really a decision, I either go back to work or we are homeless) and wish every day that I could stay home with her. So, there is my sob story for the day. I know what will make me feel better...
|She wasn't having the usual lay-on-your-back photoshoot today. That's great grandma's quilt!|
|Just relaxin'. Bring me a warm one, will ya?|