Then I take her to daycare.
And Monday evenings are that time when I realize how long weekdays are.
Then I nurse Pumpkin and put her to bed.
When Bug was a baby, I worked part-time (four days a week) until he was one. I remember the night I did the math in my head while I nursed him at bedtime. I calculated the number of waking hours he would be spending with the nanny and compared it to the number he had with me. I was okay because I had more.
I worked part-time (four days a week) until Squish was almost nine months old. He and I had Fridays together just the two of us for months even after I returned to work.
I can't afford to work four days a week now.
I know I am actually really lucky in so many ways, but Mondays just leave me feeling a little broken-hearted lately.