One is the Loneliest Number

First off, it really pays to have friends. Not only did I not have to buy a new computer, but I didn't have to send it anywhere to get it fixed!! My good friend's husband is an IT guy and was able to make it better than it was before -- and that is a good thing. So Frume Sarah is up and running once again.

What a long week. PC has been in NYC since last weekend for work, though he has managed to hang out with all of my NYC sibs at least twice. This has left me with all three kids. With many thanks to our wonderful sitter, I did manage to get out for about an hour by myself tonight. It was just to run errands, but even that is relaxing when I am all alone ;) It was the first time that I've been away from the baby -- with the exception of a 6 minute (round trip) visit to Golden Spoon -- since he was born nearly 10 weeks ago.

It was lovely to get out but...
the truth is...

I missed him.

I missed him in the way one misses her first love when he leaves the room. A sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach.

I knew I needed to do this so that I can steel myself when I return to work in 3 short weeks. Peach will start day care a few days prior to my return so that we can both acclimate to the separation.

Of course, when I leave him in day care, I will leave him with ample bottles of milk, which was not the case tonight. Tonight, I was banking on fact that he was completely conked out after a 40 minute crying jag. Which was not his fault. He woke up hungry just as we got tied up in traffic on the darn 405. He was shaking, poor guy, when I finally released him from his car seat. He whimpered for a few moments, gave a shudder, and passed out in my arms.

That was 4 hours ago...