Before Ben left for Vail I was freaking out. I thought for sure we'd kill each other. I never doubted that by Sunday, less than 24 hours after Ben left, I'd be pulling my hair out, the kid would have locked herself in the bathroom threatening to jump out the window and I'd most likely have a drink in hand. Crazy thing-only one of those scenarios has actually happened (can you guess which one?).

I have spent the last 3 entire days with my kid. Sunday we didn't even leave the house or get out of our pajamas. We just played and cooked together.

Monday she was sick and we stayed home from work and school. We played again, we watched Beauty and the Beast (I can recite this movie in my sleep) and did a little shopping. We have gotten along very, very well. There has only been one timeout. There has been no yelling (from either one of us). We have had a lot of fun.

Today it's back to normal...if normal means Ben's still gone, it's snowing like crazy and I'm stressed out. Hazel is back at daycare and there was no crying at dropoff.

It's 1:15 and I keep wondering how she is doing. I miss my little buddy. I can't wait to pick her up tonight.