It’s the D word....right?

Lately I’ve just been sad. I’m with my baby 5 out of 7 days a week, always within arms reach. I work at a daycare and baby comes with me. My co teachers loves him to pieces which I adore. It’s never the fact that I want to be the only one caring for him but I just get so sad looking at him. Never out of regret, just out of pure happiness. I get so excited over things he does, smile, giggle, coo and squeal. I cry..a lot! Lately life’s been throwing rocks at me though. My boyfriend walked out of his god awful job that was causing daily fights between us and unnecessary stress on him. But he hasn’t found another job (lack of looking on his part) and we’re just barely getting by financially. Money has always been a stressor on me, living paycheck to paycheck. And don’t start the shame comments, I have EVERYTHING that my baby needs. He has an abundant of clothes, I haven’t had to purchase any diapers or wipes on my own yet and he gets bathed regularly. Anyway, my parents who are my biggest support system are going to Florida for the winter which this will be their second year going. And I think it’s really getting to me. I know my mom is extremely upset over going because she’s going to miss out on a lot so I don’t want to make her feel worse about it. Idk! Thoughts?! Thanks for reading if you got to this point :)