Another Monday at work. I took Emma to my mom’s and the tears flowed. Mine, not hers. I am sure someday, maybe soon, I will be very grateful to have a big chunk of time to myself, but I am just not there yet. I haven’t been away from Emma for more than an hour or so since she was born, so the idea of leaving her for ten hours made my heart hurt. Luckily I was slammed at work, so the day went by very fast. It made it easier to know a) that Emma was being taken care of by her doting Gama and b) that I only have to leave her once a week. I can’t imagine how gut wrenching it would be to do this every day.