Not enough

Considering it's Monday and I've just begun the tired routine of the "back-to-work," things went pretty smooth this morning, and now that the day is nearly done, things look bright.

Only now that the reality of the Monday to Friday work thing is back under way have I really noticed how short the weekends are. I litterally feel like I blinked somewhere and missed it. Maybe because I'm so use to spending each and every day and each and every minute chasing my daughter that those two days weren't enough. Not enough hugs, not enough kisses, not enough smiles. And as I sit here, at my desk counting down those minutes until I can finally go pick her up from daycare I look at the pictures on my desk and miss those days and minutes when it was just her and I all the time.

And yet, as I stated in my earlier blog, once I get to the daycare I'll get the look, the tears and the crankiness that is the storm before dinner and bed. And then, as I lay her down in her little crib tonight and tuck her in to sleep, I'll realize once more that I've only had a few hours, a few minutes with her. And that tomorrow is Tuesday, another 4 days until the weekend, and I'll promise to spend more time loving her, kissing her, hugging her.