Weekends are hard.
Both Ry and I work, so little N spends the weekends with Grandma and Grandpa.
I know it’s what is necessary for our family right now, but there is not enough of this face in my life:
She is such a bundle of joy and I feel like I miss out on such much and it kills me.
I’m grateful for my job and what it provides for us.
But the weekends are hard.