I'm finally back at work, and although bittersweet, yesterday morning was predominantly bitter. I was feeling good, slept well, on time, and out the door for Connor's first day of "school" (no, its not school, its daycare- i just call it school). I thought I was doing good, until I burst into tears saying my goodbye. It was grueling. Upon my exit, I immediately called David and gushed about how I had to bee line my exit out the door. My heart ached feeling guilty that I had left my baby boy with a someone I barely knew. Don't get me wrong, I feel comfortable with the sitter he is with, but its not me.
After collecting myself and reapplying my makeup, I headed out to work for the day. It was a busy and productive day. After finishing up everything in the office, I was on my way home. I called David to see how Connor was doing, and he was happy to report that Connor had done very well that day. They said that he ate and slept well. I was a proud mama. As soon as I came home, we played, sang songs, and sat together on the sofa working on the computer. He sat in the perfect crevice between my arm and my side. I couldn't have been more content.