She's home.

Our home feels empty without her. I can't stand staying home when she's not here, so I usually run to the store--killing time.

Tonight, I tried to walk slowly through Target--enjoying the freedom--but I missed chatting with my smiling girl. I treated myself to a Starbuck's on the way out, remembering times of financial freedom and time to myself, but it just made me jumpy. I tried to get my chores finished without feeling guilty that I wasn't giving Klara my attention, but I was so scattered that I was incredibly unproductive. I never stopped moving, but I have no idea what I accomplished.

I'm just not complete without my sidekick. She's so easy that being her mom is nothing but joy. I don't need  a "break" from her because being apart from her isn't restful.

I'm glad she's peacefully sleeping in her crib. Life is just better when she's here.