. . . because really, for the most part, the return to work has been anti-climactic.
Wednesday: First day back. Super emotional morning. Sniffles galore. I even packed a box of tissues for what I felt was an inevitable snot-fest.
Dropped the girl at daycare - scooted the hell out of there as fast as I could before I had the chance to fall apart. Shed maybe three tears on the way to work.
Get to work, learn that my LAN id is borked, my phone log in still works (huzzah), spend the day killing time and wishing I was with Sweet Pea.
Get home to an amazing reception - Sweet Pea RUNS across the living room, arms outstretched, clearly aching for a hug. Awwww!
Thursday: Not as emotional. Shed three more tears over leaving the girl at daycare. LAN id is fixed - spend the day reading updates, policies, familiarising myself with our new products, etc, etc.
Get home to . . . hell. Screaming baby, frustrated husband . . . So. Not. Good.
Friday: No tears. Spend day reading again. Additionally, spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about Sweet Pea - was last night's meltdown the exception, or the new rule? Crunch numbers, consider part time employment, agonise, fuss, worry. Parking ticket.
Get home to a very mellow scene. Feel much better.
The weekend has been some good re-connecting time. Sweet Pea obviously misses her momma time, and spent a few hours each day nursing. I don't really mind. I'm certainly a little concerned that the meltdown might happen again and again. We'll cross that bridge if we come to it.