It is 2:35 am. I fell asleep on the couch and now I’m up pumping. Today is officially my last day of leave.
Yesterday was a great day. Baby G, the committed picky eater, agreed to eat mac & cheese for the first time ever. I was so proud of him. Husband took him to Friendly’s for dinner as a reward. It was unbelievable. There is hope yet.
For my last day I hope for the same kind of day: pleasant, playful, hopeful, and being prepared for the rollercoaster that will be Monday.
I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not like I have a one way ticket to hell. There is definitely a return any time I want.
Priorities on my last day:
- Keep the house tidy, and stay up-to-date with the laundry
- Prepare the necessary bags to make sure I won’t forget anything for myself or Baby J’s first day of daycare
- Put out trash and recycling
- Slowly, in an orderly fashion, continue clearing the 1st floor closet off christmas toys so we can continue emptying out the whale-like bins we have in the hallway.
And then… back to work. Deep breaths.