I can't be too upset/mad about going back to work. Everything good comes to an end.
This parental leaves has been one of the best experiences I've ever had in my life. I loved spending 1:1 time with the boy, seeing him smile and grow, living the "domesticated life".
I also know that I have to go back to reality and that reality is not always too bad.
As predicted, I didn't accomplish the one task I haphazardly thought I was going to do while on parental leave: finish the crown mouldings. There will always be time for that (I hope).
I really lived it up today:
-brought the boy to the Doctor for his one-year vaccinations. Poor kid had three shots and cried like crazy. But he stuck it out like a champ
-took him to the daycare. Cried like crazy...lol
-I made a kick-a** chili in the crockpot
-I went to the annual Broken Broom Challenge with my "Team Irish" (Kats, Ralphy and Jenny). It's always fun to curl, and it's a tradition Kats and I have (5 years running!)
-got home, made the boxed tricycle for Eamon. He loves it, which make us so dang happy
-went to play ball with Ron, Don, Rye and their friends. The extended amounts of inactivity really showed out there. It wasn't a pretty sight. I somehow forgot how much I enjoy exercising/sweating/running. I get that endorphin high
Only two days left of work before the long weekend...I feel a bit recharged and ready to go (for work. General physical state? Maybe not that recharged...lol)