Last weekend marked the end of my first week back at work and the beginning of Jeff’s parental leave.
It’s been seven months of being home full time with Gus – – oh – and the other three, too… Jeff’s first week at home is off to a fine start. We have different ways of doing things and the kids seem to already be appreciating the variety.
The long answer includes wild stories of:
- Working uninterrupted in an office and feeling like the most productive human on the planet
- Feeling happy (but secretly sad) that the kids aren’t falling apart without me
- Leaking milk through multiple shirts
The short answer is: “fine.”
Luckily, on Friday (my last afternoon of solo daytime parenting for a while), Lucy gifted me some of her four-year-old wisdom to take back to work. Ten minutes before Jeff comes home, I always frantically try to hide the slovenly disaster in which I operate most days. As usual, I was dejectedly eyeing up the mess…
Me: It always takes me way longer than I think to clean up.
Lucy: Then why don’t you just stop thinking about it?