This is by no means a pitty post. I have felt horrible this week. My husband's great grandfather is slowly passing (cancer sucks). And he's 86... so every night we have been at the hospital to see him. But when I get home my mom has already put Roo to bed. Well, my husband and I share a room with our daughter, and when we go in there it wakes her up and then my mom takes her to her room. I feel bad because she doesn't have to do that. I'm thankful for it. But it makes me feel bad. Like im pushing it on her, but she's happy to do it... I don't know, I don't know what to think at this point.