Returned to work today.

It felt very foreign, and not very comfortable, except for a relaxing, nearly normal lunch with a friend.

Work is very busy, and I need to be there, mostly to collect OT and put it away for baby needs.

I couldn't, however shake the worry that something was going on at home that I should be taking care of.

It's the nagging doubts of my normal existance, just given a real spin. I suppose it's got to be something. But now I get to be stressed out about the kids at home, while I'm at work trying to prepare for the drop to single income shortly to come.

It's bad enough to have a plethora of distant, nebulous worries, but now things have coalesed into a concern with two very real faces.