I had to go back to work today after 2 blessed weeks off. I woke up every single day and played with my babies from sun up to sun down. I had all day to get stuff done. I totally dug the pace of the days.
But today, I had to go to work (which, I happen to love,) Nevertheless, it was the first day in 2 weeks that I didn't get to greet my monkeys in their cribs and feed them bowls of cereal and make French Pancakes and play on the cool toy strewn patio and jump, jump, jump on the trampoline. It was two weeks I got to pretend to be a stay-at-home-mom. I love it. I love every minute.
But sigh...all good things must come to an end. And I feel totally out of my groove now. I am so tired that I don't even care how messy the house is.
What? "It's can't be that bad?" Is that what you're thinking?
You are so wrong.