It's back to work for me tomorrow. I scheduled myself to go back to work at the end of the week so that we had the weekend to work out any problems that might come up for T. and the girls. This way, they just have to get through two days without me, and then I'm back. Next week will be another story, but hopefully there won't be any problems.
I'm not looking forward to going back to work. I'm not dreading it, exactly, but I've been enjoying myself now that I'm feeling mostly back to normal post-pregnancy. I've enjoyed snuggling with my baby and coloring with my toddler and hanging out having lattes with my husband. I really liked that we could wake up every morning and decide together what to do for the day. These last few weeks, in particular, have been really fun. If only there were some way that we could earn money by both hanging out at home with the girls all day! Sigh. Money is such a necessary evil.
With our last day, we cleaned the house and made cupcakes and colored and played outside and went to lunch at a new Mexican joint and visited the zoo. It was a nice sunny day, and the perfect end to my leave. I need to go to bed now, so that I'm rested for tomorrow and ready to get out of bed early, but I'm reluctant to let go of the day. I want to snatch up every minute of time and hold it close. I know all too well how fast these early days go by (how is Miss M 28 months already?!), and I'm sad that I'll be spending less time with SB now. But I guess it's time to put on my jammies and snuggle SB close for her last feed of the night, and then put us both to bed.