Missing my Angel Pie today
Today is my first day back in the office, although it's not my first day back to work. I was able to telecommute last Thursday, and I took last Friday off completely to go to my daughter's 15-month doctor appointment. That means that I am returning to the office after 16 blissful days of staying at home with my baby. I realize that I'm lucky to have had those 16 days, and many parents don't get that kind of vacation time. My office closes for the week between Christmas Day and New Years Day, and I padded the time with my own paid time off on each end. Today, however, I'm back.
I had a great time with my daughter. We slept in more than we should, we took long naps, she nursed whenever she felt like it, and we read books and played. I feel like she's grown both smarter and bigger while I've been home, which is maybe crazy, but maybe not. I thought that I wouldn't mind going back to work, but today I find that I am very wrong. My husband is kind enough to Skype with me every couple of hours just so I can see my girl smile. She says, "Hi Mama," and I just want to grab her up and hold her. I can't wait to get back home, and I grow to resent the 10 hours I am forced to be away (8 hour day, 2 hour commute). I'm just not in a position where I can stay at home, so I make it work. Today's harder than other days have been.