I left, and returned, and we all survived

Last week I had to go to Sacramento for work for two nights. I was pretty sure that either the plane was going to crash, or an angry constituent of my government agency was going to off me, and Jeff would have to raise the baby alone. Fortunately, none of that happened, although there was some major flooding that didn't quite reach the hotel. I managed to get nine hours of sleep the first night and seven and a half the next night despite a 7:30 staff meeting. And I went out and had three lemon drops with my coworkers. Granted, I was very sad to leave little Miss M at the airport, and happy to see her when I returned, but she didn't seem phased at all by my absence, and Jeff did fine. Maybe it's true that the change will do you good.