Well, we're not even two months into this going back to work - and blogging - thing, and already my fear has come true ... I don't have enough time for you. We'll define "you" from the previous sentence as my blog because my deep-rooted mommy guilt just can't handle thinking that "you" is defined as my son. Work has gotten busy - too busy - and life has gotten busy, and all the sudden I've seen little of you. It's been a week since I posted on the blog, and I've missed my son dearly for at least that long. It's not that I haven't seen my baby or taken care of him, but it's amazing the way that work stress and less sleep affect your interactions and time with your child long after you leave the office.
I have no resolution for my current situation, and I know it will always be a struggle of a working mom. So this is just my (sad) documentation of what I knew was an inevitable situation, and let me be the first to tell you that it sucks (but don't say that phrase, son; it's really unbecoming).
I love you. I miss you. That kills me.