(Back) to School
17 January 2007, 19:35
I started work last Monday, steeling myself for the inevitable strains of separation anxiety (mostly mine) as I sauntered off into the CBD sunrise.
I arrived at work, bought a coffee (full-strength – I’ve weaned her of every feed except the evening one) and by 3pm, apart from my darling Scout for 7 long hours, how did I feel? Well, freakin’ bloody FANTASTIC actually. Work was a VACATION. I go to work to have a DAY OFF. I get paid to be creative, to have coffee with my old cronies under the guise of “work” (well, we do some) and have a one hour lunch break (can’t bring myself to take that long, it seems so DECADENT).
Did I miss her? Well, sort of, but I was just so busy that I didn’t have time to think about it. And it was so nice to come home to her after someone else (husband) had taken care of her for the day. Nice to exchange shoes with someone who’s soles were still intact.
To pay me back for pissing off 3 days a week, when I took her to Daycare on Tuesday, I left, tried to say goodbye to her, and did she even notice that I’d gone? Um, nup. Couldn’t have given a shit. She loved it. We knew she would, little sociable flirty-bird.
It hurts me to be this cute
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