Back To Work

I've had two weeks (short one day) home with my little loves, but it's time to go back to work.

I'm bummed.

The kids are bummed.

Joseph had a solution. "Quit and you can stay with us every day!"

"We wouldn't have a house to stay in, baby."

"We could all go live in Daddy's house?"

"In his studio? I don't think so."

So, barring a last minute Publishers Clearinghouse knock on my door, a lotto win on a ticket I forgot I bought, or a millionaire showing up at my house in the next twelve hours proposing marriage and a home in the islands, I'm going back to work tomorrow.

The kids and I have had a lovely time together made all the better by the fact that with the exception of Christmas night, they were with me every single day.

We didn't do much this last week. We went ice skating, we worked on a monster craft project which will be posted about later, we cooked together, made smoothies, and cuddled on the couch. Still, I'm going to miss spending this much time together. I'm going to miss my daily naps with Elizabeth, my late afternoon zombie drawing lessons with Joseph, Hobbit style eating habits, and our afternoon reading sessions.

I don't know when I'll be able to take this amount of time off again before next Christmas; I've used every vacation hour to have this time. I'm hoping to take some time in the summer.

I miss my ten month work schedule.

I don't miss the much smaller paycheck.

The holidays are truly over. Time to get serious about those New Year's Resolutions.