Last week...

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.

Nighty Night.