I finally got to see Diego

Yep, that's the highlight of my week. For those without little one's at home, Diego is from the cartoon Go Diego Go. It's a Dora the Explorer spin-off. Diego is Dora's cousin. I've been home this week with my daughter who has been terribly ill. 75% of my time has been spent rocking her while watching various children's show while she napped fitfully. Since I work full-time, I've never seen the Diego show, though I've seen it advertised. Along with Diego, I've also discovered that I've missed a few other things. For example, my daughter can spell her name. She knows her telephone number. She has an interesting vocabulary that includes words like lovely, delightful, and shit. And I think the last has popped out at preschool occassionally because she followed it up with a variation of 'oh, crap' but it must not roll off the tongue as well because it comes out 'oh, crack', which is even funnier then the 'oh, shit'. She is also, as I type this, sitting here with her 'homework'. She can make a perfect 's' all by herself. Who knew? Yes, I'm feeling wistful and a little guilty. But I'll get over it. I have to get over it. While I never 'needed' to work, I always thrived on being independent. And I truly do love what I do. However, when the Paperweight walked out on me a month and a half ago, with no warning, I'd never been so truly grateful for my independence before. As sick as she's been, I've loved every second I've gotten to spend with her this week. Would I like to do it all the time? Of course! But, what I would love, would be for my daughter to grow up to be the kind of woman who has options. For her to never feel trapped. For her to be completely independent. While I hope she grows up to find a man much better then her father, I want her to know, that if she doesn't, she'll still be okay. More then okay. Free.