And I'm not real happy about it. This is my last week home. I have treasured my long maternity leave and am grateful that I got to spend 3 months with Levi. I think I've been away from him (church nursery while I played volleyball, sitter while I taught honor choir, with dad while I ran to store) for a total of maybe 10 hours. I can't stand leaving a wee one. I'm so glad my mom will be coming to watch him (and Elijah) 3 days a week and he'll be at church (where David is) the other two days. But it still isn't me.
I've enjoyed spending more time with Elijah too. We usually sit on the couch and watch some preschool show after the others leave for school. I drink my coffee and he squooshes right up next to me. I'm going to miss that too. When I start school... I'll be dashing about getting ready and getting a few chores done before leaving at 9. I'll be home by 12:30 each day... and am glad that is all I teach... but still... not the same.
I love my job and I'll get used to it, I'm just having a bit of a pity party thinking about it.