The tough thing about being back at work is that I don’t actually have anything to do. Three months off will do that to you. I spent the morning going through emails and updating my security and all that jazz, pumped, ate lunch, checked on the baby and now here I am, twiddling my thumbs…well in a virtual manner.
I spent the end of last week preparing for my return today, by cutting, like, a foot off of the length of my hair and coloring it a shade that I think is way too dark. I shopped for clothes on Friday and had a minor breakdown in NY & Co. because nothing fir me the right way. Post-baby flab sure is a bitch!!
We took the kids for ice cream on Saturday at the local stand which was closing for the season, and then took a long walk through the park before going home for dinner and Hub worked most of the day yesterday. I did make homemade mac and cheese for dinner though, and it turned out pretty well.
The babe was in bed by 9:30, and slept until 6:30 when I woke her to eat this morning, so I am well rested, save for this pesky cold, and pretty much back to the grind.
It feels like I never left. I don’t necessarily miss being home; routine and structure is good for me—but I can’t actually say that I’m enjoying being back to work. I’m already tired of the “How have you been???? How’s the baaaaaabeeeeee???” questions. People are just being nice, I know. But God, it’s old. And then there’s your standard BS……which didn’t let up and was waiting for me right where I left it.
In other news, guess who is 2-months old today???? Why it’s the chubbiest baby in town!!
My, how I miss her.