In 11 days, I return to work. Such a sad Monday that will be. I think it will be quite an adjustment for all of us. For MrMan, who will start receiving his meals through a bottle, rather than directly from the source, and won't have some spastic lady constantly singing and dancing for him. For Sam, who will be home with MrMan, instead of at the office. For me, who will have to put on something other than boxer shorts and stained t-shirts, interact with other adults, and type with both hands. I was about to say that I would have to discuss something other than poop, but then I realized that, very often, my job does involve discussing poop. It just won't be MrMan's poop.
Unrelated (yet, about being related): both of my brothers and I were sick last week. How strange is that? None of us are the sickly sort and we live in three different time zones, but all of us fell ill. My first fever in years really drove home that you can't call in sick to motherhood.
Posted by Shokufeh at January 26, 2006 06:30 PMhope you're feeling better - physically and emotionally, too. :(
Posted by: mipmup at January 26, 2006 07:49 PMOh, Shokufeh, my baby's not even born yet but I can imagine how hard it must be for you to leave that precious little thing for the first time. But how wonderful that Sam can now stay home with him for a while! It's clear just looking at MrMan that you're a wonderful Mom.
Posted by: Arin at January 27, 2006 11:39 AM