4 blogs... 3 days left

I'm in the home stretch... only 4 more blogs to go and I have hit my goal of 200 blogs to end this year. It looks like I will only have to do one post on New Years Eve. SWEET!

I have been thinking about what to write, and I can't believe that I have ideas already popping up in my mind. So happy about that... 
The reason that this blog is so behind is because I stopped having ideas on what to write. But now... I have ideas coming from all sorts of places! 

I am blessed to have the mind that allows me to think about my life and the ability to write it down for all to read.
I am super blessed to have people that I know and people that I don't know reading this... It frightens me at times that I am putting this out there, but I might be helping someone with a situation that they don't know how to handle or given them an idea on what to do about something. 
No matter what, as much as I can in 2015, I will be blogging more about my life and all the wonderful things that are happening.

So back to my blog from last night about my daughter and the guilt of being a working mother.

After writing that post, I couldn't sleep.
Seeing the look on my little girls face just kept me up... I kept seeing her tears, hearing her words - telling me not to go into work. To stay with her always.
It was like a knife in my heart. Something that I didn't believe that I would experience yet since she is only 4 years old.

Getting ready for work this morning was even harder than usual.
I kept going into her room to look in on her... to make sure that the blanket was on her. To make sure that she was comfortable. To be honest, I think that I checked in on her like 4 times before leaving the house. It was just a hard morning... very hard!

I know that she and I should be used to this song and dance of not being with each other during the day, but knowing that I have been with her since last week, I guess we both got used to be around each other from waking moment to going to bed.

This feeling shall pass and she will be back to her normal self once school kicks back up. But for now, I will take those feelings from her... and hold onto them as long as I can.
Cause I know that someday, she will leave the nest... and she will no longer be my little baby.