In theory, I relish the chance at solitude when he’s away. Time to journal, be still and undistracted, catch up on creative projects, spend the evenings how I want.  In reality, I’ve been a crankypants come dinner time and a sobbing mess at three am with no way to tap out to the baby’s wrestling with sleep. God, Chicago is so far away.

JMU

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