Real World Blues
25 May 2010
I’m slowly working my way back to the real world after being out of town this weekend.
You know you’re pregnant when you bawl three times about being back. Normally, I’m a little blue about having to return to “real life,” but I don’t think I’ve ever actually cried about it. This time I sobbed. Once in front of McKenna, who heard me sniffle and said she would go get me a Kleenex, which only made me cry harder. Again after she went down for her nap, then once late Sunday night as I contemplated going back to work. Strange, since I love my job.
There are always good things about coming back from vacation. Like your own bed. And your own coffee. But, you know, I was a big fan of breakfast magically appearing on the table in front of me. And lunch, and dinner. And it’s nice to not feel guilty when you pick up a book to read rather than doing dishes or sweeping the kitchen floor.
I guess if you were always on vacation, it wouldn’t feel like the luxury it should.
Still. Another day or two wouldn’t have hurt…
Hey, I want breakfast to magically appear on the table before me! Or lunch. Or dinner. Or even a snack now and then . . . ;-)
Posted by Roseanna White on 25 May 2010