Tonight, I had to talk to hubs about “I don’t know when to go back to work!”.

Thankfully, I had the option of returning one month later than expected, which will make it January, back to work. But that means it’s going to be a whole month without my income. Sigh.

Something that was already stressful for me (thinking of leaving the baby in daycare) became a big conversation that I was happy to avoid. But for him, he wanted to know more concrete things, and I wasn’t expecting a fully detailed bomb of what-if scenarios. Details, details, details… Aw, I am not feeling good. I just wish I could afford to stay at home with baby longer. I adore her to death and it hurts the thought of separation.

Pouring my heart out I guess…