Monday.

I'm not regretful about coming into work Sunday. I'm not regrestful about coming into work Sunday.

Of course, I feel like I just have to keep telling myself that. Isn't it horrible that for the first day in over twenty days I didn't go into work and I feel guilty?

We had a great weekend and I'm glad we were able to spend a lot of time outside and have a good time.

Yesterday we went to the park and Graem played on the swings, we had a picnic, and fed the ducks. Later that afternoon Shawna went for a golf game with our friend Jill and Grammy and me hung out and read.

We were all pretty exhausted last night and I'm finding myself sleeping in Graems room through the night. At some point I know I'm going to have to move upstairs permanently but I just can't give up being with Grammy.

I know she's getting bigger and it's the most I can do to hold onto her being a little girl.