Here it is.
My last day home.
My last getting-in-some-computer-time during morning nap.
Monday I go back to work. I don’t want to. I’ve looked forward to this time at home with my baby all my adult life. Now it is over. My friend asked me if there is anything I’m looking forward to about going back to work.
I couldn’t think of anything.
After a few days I came up with a short list:
1. I will get to take my hair out of the pony tail for a few hours a day.
2. I will get to know my new students.
3. I will have the use of both of my hands for a good portion of the day. (Both hands! Imagine the possibilities!)
4. Perhaps my back, feet, and neck will stop aching from carrying around my big boy all day.
Ok. So I thought of four.