Still.....
working through my guilt about being gone to work so much. On the one hand, Chuck said the other night that lots of kids have both parents who are always working so I shouldn’t stress about a temporary up-tick in my time away from home.

On the other hand, every time I come home Chuck does a perfect imitation of the anorexic teen princess in Drop Dead Gorgeous: “Who are you? Who are you?,” he asks in a meticullously vacuous falsetto.

That kid really knows what buttons to push.