Separation kills. Not literally i mean. Still, staying apart from your other half that too with a toddler in the house is pretty tough. There are days (nights rather) when i am dead tired and baby R is super charged up. Times when my eyes are droopy and he is poking me to check why i am not responding to him. Poor guy can’t understand why I am crazy cranky at times. Desperately waiting for daddy to come home. Give me a break please. 3 more days to go. Near yet so far.