Some days, the fact that I am working full-time while my mom cares for Olivia is tolerable. I like my job. I like the people I work with. I realize that this is necessary right now and I don't have to worry about Olivia while I am away. But some nights, as I try to get her to sleep, I tally up the amount of time that I spent with her that day and it breaks my heart. Yesterday, I spent about 35 minutes with her...20 or so after she woke up and before I went to work and 15 after I got home and before she fell asleep. But I feel guilty for being angry about not spending time with her, when Marc really doesn't get to spend time with her. Sad.

-p.