Back in the swing of things

Well, I'm back to work! Apparently I get to utter those words every couple of years. It's funny, even when your brain isn't in "work" mode for a year how quickly it all comes back to you.

For the last couple of weeks I've been asked the same question, "Are you ready to go back to work?" What does that even mean? Physically? Emotionally? Mentally? I mean, lets see, for the last 7 months I've been getting up at 7:30 - 8:00, not neccesarily even needing to get out of pajamma's the entire day. I get to watch Ellen every morning, play peek-a-boo with my daughter and have dinner ready on the table by 5:30. Who would 'want' to give that up?

But alas all good things must come to an end. Monday morning I found myself sleeping past my alarm clock - which was set for 6:15 - jumping into a VERY quick shower at 6:55, racing around for clothes to wear, food to take for lunch, shoes, and of course where I put my coffee. Then get the baby ready, since she didn't sleep past me getting out of the shower, clothe her, change her diaper, vitamen D. And let's not forget it's still winter out there folks, -40 with the windchill so start the van in advance so we don't freeze before we even get anywhere. Quickly checklist everything before you race out the door because I'm already 1/2 an hour behind schedule, shoes, jacket, kid, lunch, coffee.... am I wearing my pants!

And wow, what a wake up call that I'm back into the swing of things with morning traffic! Head NW to drop the munchkin off at daycare, head SE to work, red lights, other people driving with their eyes closed - WAKE UP! I find it extremely rediculous that it takes nearly 20 minutes to get 10 blocks downtown, and it's not really even down town. And don't even get me started on the ride home.

I get back to the daycare by 5 to pick the joy of my world up and she's as pissy as can be. I find that funny! When I dropped her off this morning she could have cared less about me with all the other kids and toys she can play with, but when I pick her up it's the look of death "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL DAY?" And with that look alone I just won't to cry.

But, we do what we have to and we trudge along. Our minds a little rusty but curiously it comes back way to quickly. Now on day 3, it's like I never left. Sad story, but a true story.