Another Monday morning and I still ache with wanting to be with my sweet smiley warm-hearted cheeky little girl, not slogging into work for four days of virtually not seeing her. Does this ever get any easier?
My DD has a fabulous childminder she loves, and I have a great job and get Fridays off, and a good husband who does pick up and bed time. I'm not ungrateful, I just yearn to be with her more. There is no Answer, I just wondered if other mums feel like this, and is it always thus? I read a line yesterday (in Jeanette Winterson's fabulous Why Be Happy...) which resonated: the measure of love is loss. It feels like a little bit of that every day!
Anyway my sympathy to other Monday Mums 