There you are. Sleeping. With your hand up. That’s what everyone who looks at this picture is thinking. “She’s sleeping and she broke one hand out of her swaddle.”
I know better. I know you’re actually waving goodbye. Seeing my off on my first day of work since you joined us.
And everything else sucks. I have never wanted to leave a place less than I wanted to leave home. I have never wanted to return to a place more than I wanted to return home. And I’ve never cared so little about what anyone else needs, wants, thinks, feels, or thinks they’re entitled to along the way.
Everything until I get home is going to be mired in suck. TMLFYI mired in suck. I said it. And I don’t care if it sounds like I have a terrible attitude about it. Anyone who’s met you would feel the same way.
Miss you, munchkin.