Well, today is my first day of non-Diana/Elijah. It stinks. I much prefer the crying of my son to the crying of my co-workers.
Eli could sense I was going back to work, because he was pissed all night last night. Diana, in a supreme act of kindness, tried to keep him quiet by silently suffering on the rocking chair from 3am to 7am.
Diana and Eli are hanging out today. One of the two of them with searing gas pain. Can you guess which one?