Day Six - "It is the quality of our work which will please God and not the quantity."

So, Ghandi was a pretty smart guy, right?  If he says it's quality that matters and not quantity (and that God will be happy to boot!), then my son should be okay with that too.  Or so I hope.

I went into the weekend so excited to have family time.  Just my husband, my son, and me, enjoying the days, cuddling, playing, etc.  I was even looking forward to the periods of my son's crying and to changing his diapers.  It was wonderful - every minute of it.  Last night, however, the reality of Manic Monday hit.  I was accustomed to the cloud of Sunday nights for quite some time, but I guess that, while on maternity leave, I sort of forgot about that.  That was, in large part, I'm sure, due to the fact that all of the days sort of ran together.  I think, then, that my realization that, "Tomorrow is Monday and the workweek is starting again," hit a bit harder than usual.

It is not that I did not want to come into work today.  It is that I did not want to turn my back and close the door when I dropped my son off at daycare.  It is just hard.  It really is just so difficult.  Looking at how last week went, though, makes me feel better.  He did great and I know he will continue to do wonderfully.  His caretaker is incredibly loving and we are blessed to have her working for us.  He gets her undivided attention all day and she sends photos to me throughout the day so I can "see" him and know what he is doing.  She also puts up with my five to six phone calls each day (really, I am restraining myself).

It was with some sadness that I relinquished my jeans for suit pants and my ponytail for a work coif, but we had some very quality time this weekend.  And it is quality that counts.  Now, if I could just find time to clean my house...