I awoke around 7:30 this
morning to Julien rustling next to my chest in our bed. At the same time I heard Colette’s tiny feet
come down the hall toward our room, whining for Dad and milk (she tends to
prefer whomever put her to bed the night before, but forgets her preference, as
soon as one of us puts two feet on the floor).
Let's try this getting dressed thing one more time... |
Raise your hand if you think pants are stupid! |
I wake up Jeff at 9AM to help
me get Colette ready for daycare, and like as with most toddlers brushing hair
and teeth, washing peanut butter off the face, putting on a hat and putting
down the two dolls and three lovies takes quadruple the amount of time it takes
an adult. As usual, it’s an enjoyable
but incredibly slow process and at 9:38 we’re out the door. Normally she would scoot to daycare, but
there was too much snow today, so we walked instead, drawing with our gloved
fingers in the snow along the way. Once
at daycare, I kiss her goodbye and turn for home, just a 2-minute walk around
the corner.
Just as I enter the apartment
Jeff passes Julien back to me so he can get to work and I can get on with my
maternity leave, you know like get my nails done, meet a friend for lunch, go
shopping all with Julien in tow…and it really hits me. TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF
MY MATERNITY LEAVE.
My favorite maternity leave accessory! A must-have in fall 2013! |
I’m going to miss this
late-rising, slow-poking, family-filled lifestyle so so much. It’s been some of
the hardest and most enjoyable weeks of my life. I know that I wouldn’t be a
good/happy stay-at-home mom, but man it’s been an amazing twelve weeks of
playing pretend.