Going back to work after bringing home baby.

I have five minutes to eat, change my babe's diap, and be off to work, and instead, here I am trying to get out all the thoughts running through my mind. It will be a jumbled post, but that's what I've got going on in my brain anyway. I am so proud of my Mister for all the hard work he puts into making our family a semi functional one (ha!). He really does go out of his way to make sure I am happy, and that D.C. gets some one on one time with his Papa. We are so lucky to have him. Especially when he surprises me with dirty Cokes. 

Sometimes I wonder were life will take us in the next year, with so many possibilities right now, it is all exciting and scary looped into one, but I have come to realize that home is a place you make, not where you live. My home is quite obviously with these two, I just want them to be happy where ever we end up. I wish I could do so much more to make that possible, but with just two hands, two feet, and my wreck of a brain, there really is much more I can do. 

Oh, work how you really know how to pry me away from the two most important people of my life. I guess, you gotta do what you gotta do? 

Truth is, I'm proof reading this post at work while I pump. 

Truth is, I wish my babe was nursing instead of pumping. 

Truth is, today was my Babe's first snow day, and I cried leaving him. Harder then I everrrr have before. 

Truth is, I wish I was with him, watching him stare out at the falling snow. 

Today's truths really hurt. 

Help.