Zakk went back to work this morning, which made me and Colette sad.
And then little Colette and I went back to bed, which made us happy.
I was (and still am) apprehensive about taking care of her on my own all day. Not because I don’t think I can take good care of her, but because it is so nice to share the parenting with Zakk. We have enjoyed three weeks together at home and neither Zakk nor I were ready for it to end. And, I imagine it’s easier for two people, rather than just one, to take care of a child. Now I have nobody else to hold her when she doesn’t want to be put down and I would like my hands free for something else. And there’s nobody else to laugh with when she makes a hilarious face or sound. And there’s nobody else to make me a plate of food or get me a glass of water when I’m tired, hungry, and thirsty and glued to the couch feeding the baby (for what feels like the 100th time today). Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I’m just wishing Zakk and I had the immense luxury of both being home together to raise our daughter. I feel very lucky to still be home with her myself though. And very lucky that Zakk will be able to work from home once a week from now on. And very lucky that I have friends (a couple of which are just a few houses away!) that I can share parts of my days with when I’m feeling the need to be around other adults. And I know we’ll get the hang of it before long. Right now, I’m just going to focus on enjoying today with this little wonder.