Don't get me wrong-there were days that I thought longingly of my quiet office. Where no one was screaming at me and I could work in peace, finish an email in one sitting, or maybe just stare of into space and think about nothing at all. Where no one deposited spit-up in my hair or demanded that I wipe their bottom. But I am very thankful that I was able to stay home with him for 12 weeks and not lose out on any income. It has been challenging. I have become skilled at typing emails while bouncing a baby on my lap. I've burned a path between the computer, the washing machine, the dishwasher, the dryer, and the swing. I've had my annual review via phone while jiggling a fussy baby, and you would think my leg muscles would be toned from the repetitive bouncing of the bouncy seat. I've called into meetings, praying he'd sleep the entire time.
It's been a busy but fun 12 weeks and I've enjoyed getting to know our little guy and see him grow and develop a little personality. I know he'll do great at daycare. He'll get attached to his teachers and make baby friends to play with. But I am really going to miss my little fuzz head and his sweet, gummy smile. He's been the best (albeit, demanding) coworker.