I started a new job yesterday, which means that my head is stuck somewhere between a rock and a foggy place. Returning to full-time work is exciting and daunting, and I haven’t been this tired since… oh well, actually just a few weeks ago when both girls decided to get up numerous times during the night. The difference is that I hurt all over. Perhaps my body doesn’t like the fact that I’ve moved my ass from the couch to a chair. Or my eyes and ears miss the sounds of the television rocking my world (or boring me to death) while I work.
My heart misses my girls.
I got a bit melancholy on Monday when I realized that it was the last day for the three of us to hang out. To celebrate, we did nothing. We stayed in our pajamas, snacked on apples and crackers, played kitchen, sorted and read books, watched Sesame Street, and took a long leisurely afternoon nap.
The girls have already been attending daycare part-time (Jocelyn for a year and a half, Aja for a few weeks), and I am eager to take the next step forward in my career, so this should be an easy transition. Right?