I think this is the third time I've been home alone since Ethan was born. Daniel stayed home on Monday, so I wasnt by myself to do the daycare drop-off, lonely walk back home. It makes a difference. Today I pretty much just handed Ethan over and ran home. I was afraid I'd make a fool of myself if I stuck around.
It's weird to be home by myself, with only the psycho cats for company. And even they are not too much company right now, as it's kitty sleep time.
This feels so strange.