March 1

I’m sure I’m driving everyone at work nuts with baby pictures.

I still hate leaving in the morning.

And I count the hours (and minutes) until I can come home.

And once I get home, I don’t want to cook dinner. Or for that matter, eat dinner.

I just want to hold my little Cookie and cuddle her.

I want to look at my precious little girl and see her smile.

I want to talk to her and hear her coo back.

I don’t want to leave in the mornings.

Her cries break my heart every time.

I hate going to sleep at night  because it’s time away from her.

How does this get easier?