I am back at work. And it is actually kind of great! I'm sure the novelty will wear off, but yesterday those 8 hours flew by, and it was so nice to use my brain without a small person climbing all over me/trying to break my laptop/biting my face with intense love. (And OMG, I cannot WAIT for payday. So sick of being poor.)
I called mum at lunch time and I could hear the kid in the background, doing his deep-throated excitement noise, and babbling away. Happy as a lark. They went to the library, and for a ride in his new stroller/bike contraption that they bought him for his birthday, AND, he slept, twice. Amazing. He was pretty glad to have a cuddle when he saw me, but there were no tears this morning when I dropped him off again, so touch wood, this is all going to be ok.
I could do with a personal shopper/chef/maid (wait! Shopper! Maybe we could get the online food? Perhaps this is a good idea. Note to self. Investigate.) Where was I? Organisation is going to be a problem, I can see, but otherwise, I reckon we're on to a winner.
Now. To the manuscript that is already waiting for me. Work! Not mothering! Eeeee!