I'm typing this during a quick break at work, while M is home with B -- dealing with her crawling everywhere, getting into everything.
I wish it were me. I want, more than anything to be home with her. I love the company I work for, but I don't come to work everyday because I love my work. I do it because I must. One of these days, when M is out of school and in a career he enjoys, it will be my turn to pursue happiness. Home with baby, or at the least doing something I enjoy.
Back to work!