Parenting is hard. (Duh.)Up until now my days at home with the bean have been mostly manageable due to the fact that when Rob comes home at the end of the day, I can pass Leah off to him. Not only does this give me the chance to do something frivolous like use the bathroom or find something to eat, it makes the girl ever-so-happy to spend time with her daddy.
BUT.
Tonight Rob didn't come home at the regularly-appointed time. In fact, he is still out, mixing sound for a little theater in NYC. Which is fabulous, but I'm starting to get a little panicky at the thought that he won't be coming home again. Ever. I know this is irrational, because he's been out late at night without me before, and has always come home. But now that Leah's in a state of perpetual motion and neediness, the whole rational thought thing is starting to seem like a very distant memory.
Erg. Maybe some dinner would help...
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