T got a job.
This means we had to put our love child into daycare.
I. HATE. DAYCARE.
I hate that I'm away from him.
I hate that he misses us.
I hate that we miss him.
I hate that someone else is watching him.
I hate he is all I think about all day.
I especially hate that someone else gets to enjoy his sweetness and delight all day while I don't.
I guess things have to be the way they are.
But I still hate it...