I have been a full-time work-out-of-the-home mother for almost six years, so you would think I have it all under control by now.
7:30pm – Put Rowan in the swing. Turn it to level three, turn on the music, turn on the lights and mobile, stand on one leg, wish on a star, and sell my soul in hopes he will actually fall asleep.
I have nothing but respect for stay at home moms and single moms. For many reasons, but not least because parenting while sick is torture. Forget waterboarding, just give suspected terrorists a cold and two children.
I go back to work in just over one week. I feel like I should be okay with it. I was prepared to be okay with it. The teachers at this school are like family. I trust them to love my children.
I’ve spent a lot of time in the lobbies of various medical professionals in the last two weeks. And the common question is “awww, he’s so new, how many days old is he?” It’s always fun to watch reactions when I say “seven weeks.” Some people don’t seem to find that odd, and some look really surprised.