God, Ma Nature, and global warming conspired to give me 5 - count them FIVE - snow days. Each snow day meant a day home with my wonderful little man. Today, the Virginia Department of Transportation conspired with the work devil to bring me back to the office.
I am not saying that dropping my son off with Marie was as difficult as it was one day one or two, but I sure was getting used to being home with him during the days. Two things on this subject.
1) It is so much easier and sooo much more fun to stay home with a four month old than it is to stay home with a three month old. Ridiculously more enjoyable. He plays now. He enjoys time alone now. He sleeps (sometimes) now. I can tell what he needs based on the time of day and his type of vocalization now. The vocals aren't even all cries anymore.
2) I am definitely not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom. Now, I recognize that such a statement is probably unfair based on the last seven days (a weekend was in between day one and day two of snow days off) because I was stuck inside and cabin fever was rampant throughout my house. I know, however, that I was a little ancy to get back to work and contribute something to the world for the day. Plus, I have to admit, there really is something wonderful about working toward the goal of seeing my son's adorable face at the end of the workday. Brings a whole new meaning to quittin' time.
POP goes the belly - BYE goes the sleep
16 years ago
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