Jason nearly cried when he dropped Rose off at nursery this morning, for the very first time (I got that off his blog, he didn’t actually tell me). I was already at work by then, safe from the guilt and trauma. Well more or less.
When I picked Rose up she cried a bit but less than Friday. She ate a large dinner, drank a whole cup of milk and splashed around in the bath. Me and Jason clutched our brows a bit, but then enjoyed our dinners. So despite the big changes in all our lives things are fine.
Work sucked. Though I enjoyed reading my book on the train.