Back to the old grind. For the last two days (yes, two whopping day), I've gotten up, showered, dressed right to my Hamilton watch (to watch time tick slowly by) and gone to work at the crack of 10am.
In case you haven't been paying attention, I have to work 40 hours in the office for training before I'm set free to continue with my 'at-home' job. And I have to work those 40 hours in a hurry, since we're making our temporary exodus to Germany next weekend.
So I've scrambled and arranged baby-care for Maggie for both days this week and all of next week (when her daddy is already in Germany, to complicate matters further!). But we're making it. I've got 13 hours done so far, so I just need to work another 27 hours next week. The work is pleasant enough. What kills me is going that long without feeding my darling daughter. Ouch!
I currently have the utmost sympathy for mommies who have to go back to work. I really don't know if I could do it long term, but I suppose everyone just does what they have to do.