I’m having a rough day today. I’m in a funk and I wasn’t sure I could pinpoint the reason. But if I’m being honest with myself I think it’s because I miss my daughter. I should be welcoming these hours I get today (and, most of the time, do) that I’m not with her because it gives me some time to catch up on, oh, I don’t know, everything else that doesn’t get done during the rest of the week when she and I are together all day. But today, I just miss her, like a part of me isn’t quite all here. It worries me sometimes that I have a hard time being “myself” without her here.