Oliver is six weeks old today. I'm not sure how that is possible! And I can't help but think that many women end up going back to work right about now. I am thankful to have two more weeks. Actually, a little over two weeks so I can start back on a Monday.
I'll let you all in on a secret - I didn't think I'd feel this way - but guess what? I'm absolutely dreading it. I always knew it would likely be hard, but I figured, I'm a Type A person, I'm going to miss the workforce and having something to do each day. But the truth is, I'm just loving my time with my little boy, he's only going to be this little once and it makes me sad to think about all I'm going to miss. I'm beyond blessed and thankful that my mom will be doing daycare for me - and my parents live mere minutes from my office, so I can go see him at lunchtime every day....but it won't be quite the same.
If I could easily become a stay at home mom I'd do it in a heartbeat. But it just isn't going to be in the cards for us. Now this isn't to say that I dislike my job - that isn't true at all. I just wish I could put it on hold for a little bit longer. Mr. Monkey and I are talking about some potential options that might be a bit of a compromise, but all the cards would have to work out just right. I'm not placing any major bets right now, let's just leave it at that, but maybe the cards will fall just right, you never know.
For now, I'm eating up the time I have left - even the days like today where he wouldn't hardly let me put him down for five minutes to get ready to leave the house for a playdate and was up every two hours last night to eat instead of the three to four he's been doing. I'm beginning to be rewarded with smiles and lots of cuddles and those are the things I'm going to truly miss when I'm back to work.
Maybe tomorrow we'll win the lottery. We can dream right?
