Today I am celebrating having (basically) made it through a week of solo parenting. There were only tears twice. More importantly there was lots of quality girl time. In fact, at breakfast this morning when I told her Daddy is on the plane, she sighed and her bottom lip came out. It isn't that she is not looking forward to him being home, she adores him. I'll take it as a sign we had a good week. And that's something to celebrate!