This does not feel good.

I dropped the kid at my mum's this morning for my first trial run for Operation Back to Work. He's fine there. He loves the dog. Mum's got a corner of the living room set up as baby heaven, and she is stockpiling pop-up books like there's no tomorrow. She has a pram and a cot and plans afoot for playgroup and swimming lessons and walks in the park. He's going to be there two days a week this year and he's going to love it.

I am going to have to get better at driving away without sobbing.