I finished nursing J, 2 months shorter than M.
I pulled out of my house and drove a new 20 km drive to my new store.
I fought back tears several times
I met my new team.
I was reunited with a manger I had worked with in the past.
I made snap first impression judgments, some were bang on, some were way off.
I butted heads with a couple of people.
J started sleeping through the night.
J stopped sleeping through the night.
J took three steps.
M redeveloped excema.
M informed me that he had to go to work.
I experienced a different type of exhaustion.
My feet hurt from wearing high heals for the first time in almost two years.
I rediscovered my love for Starbucks green tea,
and what it was like to be so busy you didn't stop. All. Day.
I felt that same sense of panic on the drive home as I did two years ago,
and the same rush of joy when I gathered my boys up in my arms when I walked in the door.
The 7pm page for me to pick up line one made me smile because I knew it was time to goodnight to the turkey and the monkey.
Last week wasn't perfect, if it where I would still have been at home with my guys.
But it was good, better than I expected.
Both boys are meltdown free, and in a home filled with love, with a Grandma that loves them, plays with them and takes them on fun adventures.
They are showered with love from a Mommy and Daddy who are away all day, and in my case, two nights a week.
And I can only ask for that during this chapter of our life.
Heres to an even better second week.