Updates

There’s good news, there’s bad-but-good news and there’s poop news:

-The cold has departed, yay hooray! I credit copious amounts of hot liquid, frequent salt water gargling and blowing my nose at every opportunity.
– BabyKitty… is probably teething. Yikes!! He’s not in pain, thank goodness, but he’s chewing on everything within reach and drooling copiously. I’ve told him in no uncertain terms that as soon as he gets his first tooth we’re done with the whole breastfeeding thing, but I’m not sure he believes me.
– MY CHILD IS A CHAMPION POOPER. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, DIAPER BLOWOUT HE ACHIEVED DEFIES ALL THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.
-It’s always hard firing someone from a small company, especially when the person is nice. Unfortunately, Blondie just wasn’t doing good work.
– Which means that, for the short term, I have twice as much work AND am cleaning up all her messes. Oy vey.
– Should I come up with a different moniker for my baby munchkin? If so, do you have suggestions?

Hope everyone is having a great week!

P.S. I sometimes reward comments with baby pictures. You just might get lucky 🙂

Well, that was fast.

Weeks that BK12 has been at preschool: 2
Days that I’ve been sniffling, stuffy-headed and sore-throated: 3

Oy. Everyone told me I’d get sick once he went to school, but I didn’t think it’d happen so quickly! Though the sleep deprivation that goes with my return probably didn’t help.

Yours, with tissues and cough drops,
Lissa

P.S. I’m so determined to avoid cold meds that I actually dug out this thing. It’s every bit as pleasant as I remembered.

Once more into the breach, dear friends

Good morning all! Well, the last thirteen weeks have positively flown by. In that time I’ve learned to exist on two-or-three hour chunks of sleep; that the diaper your spouse passed to you is inevitably The Poopiest Diaper EVER; that dealing with raw meat means you have to wait until your child has JUST begun to sleep, so that you have an uninterrupted twenty minutes at least; and that just when you think you’ve settled into a perfect routine, things change. I’ve also learned that there are times that you would pay someone a hundred dollars for just another fifteen minutes of sleep, but you happen to be the mother of the most wonderful, magical son ever, and he needs your boobs, so no more sleep for you!

Today is my first day back at Sunshine Financial. I’ve brought him to preschool for the last week to give us both practice with the transition. (He didn’t cry when I left him the first morning. I did.) I am phenomenally lucky that the preschool across the street from my office had an opening and is also a great facility; I have full confidence in their ability to take great care of him physically and also help him learn the social, emotional and cognitive skills he needs to succeed in life.

I’m nervous about returning to work. I know they’ve missed me and everyone is looking forward to my return; still, they’ve found ways to do without me, and we’ll all have to get used to my being back. I’m also nervous about my job performance. I take a lot of pride in being very good at what I do. I don’t know how much of my mind is going to be distracted with baby stuff, and how much it will affect my daily routine. I just don’t know. Oh, and trying to be discreet while pumping milk in one of our two bathrooms is going to be a joy.

So. Today is a day of transition. Commencement, perhaps? Whatever. The bottom line is that our son is beautiful, healthy, and ridiculously adorable, and he will be fine, and therefore I will be fine.

Right?