Workin’ Hard, Hardly Workin’?

Today, I went to work. This is the first time I’ve been to the office to work in about 13 months, so it was odd, to say the least. The company I’m working for had a special event and needed some extra hands to help with the masses – I volunteered.

An odd feeling to get up this morning and have someplace to go. Hubby was home from work today, so he stayed with the girls. Though I knew I was leaving them in good, competent hands, it was still difficult. (Of course, since Pumpkin is nearly 13 months old, it was nothing like my first day back in the office after The Princess was born – where I cried the entire day after leaving my eight-week-old infant with a sitter! No tears shed today).

I worked nearly seven hours, on my feet for much of it. The chaos and the excitement of the atmosphere kept time flying, and I hardly had a chance to moon over the fact that Hubby was getting to get slobber kisses from the girls, and all I got was a soggy, pasty turkey sandwich and all the bottled water I could drink.

When it was time to go, though? I was READY.

I like the arrangement I’ve got right now. Sure, sometimes it stinks having to start another shift of my day, putting in several hours after tucking in the kids, but you know what? I wouldn’t trade it, because I like spending time with them. This is the last year before The Princess goes to kindergarten, and shoot – Pumpkin hasn’t started walking, and I’ll be darned if I’m going to miss those first steps to sit in an overly-air-conditioned office somewhere, hunched over my keyboard like so many other worker bees. At this point, it’s just not for me.

I came home to Pumpkin’s poopy diaper (now how did Hubby manage to time that one, eh?) and The Princess having a very messy playdate involving lots of glitter glued paper towel tubes.

There’s no place like home.

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

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