First week back at work, check.

Okay, so all in all it wasn't that bad. I survived, and Lukas seems happy (even if he is still having "trouble" recognizing me when I go pick him up!). I got a needed break on Thursday by working from home, so it recharged me enough to get by Friday. And now the weekend - hooray! Yesterday daddy got home early so we got to spend some extra time together as a family. Happy days!



I'm sure that I'll be into our new routine sooner rather than later, but it's incredible how heart wrenching it is to leave your baby to go to work. Every. Single. Day. (of the week of course). If only we could retire and be millionairs now. Part of me does feel good being at work, though. It feels good getting ready and dressed for work, having meaningful adult interraction and discussions, seeing everyone there as they've become my extended family. But I also miss the freedom of having time in the week to leisurely cook, clean and interract with my baby, to take walks in the neighborhood with my baby, to run errands with my baby, and to be a part of every single milestone and moment he goes through. Oh well, we can't have everything, now, can we?