Rob is out of town again. It should be fine, since he barely travels for work anymore, but even once a month makes me anxious. I think it’s more the build-up to the trip that I dread than the trip itself. It’s easier when he’s here, because we have an understanding, a way of managing my illness, our daughter, our schedules. When he’s gone, I worry that it will all fall apart. But it never does. I have plenty of help, including family who traveled to be here this week.

Last night, Scarlett climbed into my bed. “Daddy isn’t here and I get to sleep with you!” She had the beginnings of a cold all day, but it wasn’t until night that they blossomed into full-on congested coughs, snorts and sneezes. Neither of us slept, and now she’s home from school, watching My Little Pony: Equestria Girl. As an aside: this movie is TERRIBLE. I tried to turn it off, but she begged to keep watching and I gave in. It’s 9:30am, we’ve already read six books and had a dance party (she spun, I laughed.) About an hour ago, I began to wonder why I didn’t just send her to school. Then she started hacking in my face, and I remembered. Read More>