So, I go back to work on Wednesday. Sorry if I'm beating a dead horse by talking about it again, but it's all I think about these days.
Yeah. Thankfully we have the first month covered -- Brett is going to stay home some, a friend is going to watch her for a day or two, my sister is coming for a few days, and both of our moms are coming for a week.
Still, it's going to be hard. I keep telling myself that I'll get through it and everything will be fine (and I will and everything will be) but that doesn't help. I almost wish it were Wednesday evening already so that I was done with the dreaded first day.
The past three months have been incredible. I love being home, and I adore being a mama. Not to toot my own horn too much, but I feel like it's finally something I'm really good at! I mean, I guess I was good at being a journalist -- at least I'd like to think so -- but that was long hours with little pay and lots of frustration. The fact that I loved it wasn't worth the tradeoffs of being up until 2 a.m. writing stupid stories about city council meetings.
Being a mom is way better. Sure, it's long hours, and yeah, there are frustrating parts some of which do take place at 2 a.m.), but seeing Elanor smile at me is worth more than any paycheck I have ever received.
So anyway, that's what's on my mind this week. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers, please, this Wednesday -- it's going to be a very long ten-and-a-half hours.