I had such a hard day today. I don’t know what my problem is… although it could be the nine cookies I ate with a caffeinated drink (tea), and then the subsequent crash. The baby was just…. just…. ah, I just couldn’t take her today.

But that’s just it, isn’t it? Even on my “off” days, I still have a baby to care for, to love — a baby that requires patience. There’s no vacation when you have an infant; you don’t even get to call in sick.

Matt took her when he got home from work. They went off to the post office and then to Target to get a magenta ink cartridge. I have about two hours to myself. Two blissful hours. Two heavenly, blissful hours. Do you hear that? Silence. Lovely silence. Shhh… listen again. It sounds so peaceful. And no baby clinging to my leg asking for her every need to be met by me.

It’s funny — even though I’m so happy to have this time to myself, I still miss her when she’s gone. Being a mom is a quirky thing.