Musings

…it’s back to work I go…

So I went back to work on Monday. And Julia started daycare on Monday. But to back up a bit, the Uncle and Cousin went home on Saturday afternoon. Bill brought them to the airport at 1:30. Before that we were actually having a hissed fight, he and I, whenever we were in a room other than the one they were in. Actually not so hissed – kind of just below conversation level murmuring. And the looks! We blame the stress of the week. We are friends again now. But anyway, after Bill brought them to the airport, we (on relieved speaking terms once again) packed up a picnic (thank you, Beth and Tom, for the picnic basket) and drove to Sakonnet Vineyard in Little Compton, RI. It’s a beautiful spot. We’ve been there before a few times. We went into the tasting room and tried a few things we hadn’t tried before – their dessert wines in particular. They also have a selection of cheeses from Farmstead, which was recently voted the best cheese shop in Rhode Island Monthly magazine. We haven’t been to the main store in Providence, but the selection at Sakonnet is wonderful. Lots of little wheels and wedges of all sorts of cheeses to try. We tasted their Stilton and a Camembert, which were both wonderful. Bought a little of each. And some wine for our picnic. We had the kids with us. Alex made friends with the resident Golden Retriever – I believe his name is "Sakonnet Sam." Really. And the women working at the wine tasting bar did all the standard "oooh she’s so cute" stuff that some women do when confronted with an adorable smiling toothless baby with reddish brown hair that stands straight up on her head. They couldn’t help themselves. Alex had a great time running all over the place – he barely stopped to have anything to eat. Julia gazed at the leaves on the trees and got whiplash as Alex raced by. Bill obligingly ran to catch Alex multiple times before Alex could plunge into the little pond nearby – trying to get closer to the two frogs in there. And I ate a delightfully runny Camembert on little crackers and drank some Chardonnay and just sat. Just sat until I got up and went into the building again and purchased a small (6 bottles) selection of wines to bring home – and a couple more cheeses. I couldn’t help myself. We packed up our stuff and decided to stroll (yes, stroll) around a bit before leaving. It was such a lovely afternoon. As we headed over to the actual vineyard part of the property, Alex spotted three tall men kicking a soccer ball around. We had seen them – and the woman they were with – as we headed over to the picnic area earlier. Alex bee-lined to the ball and politely told them – "My sa-aball." (That’s how he says "soccer ball." He leaves out the "k" sound for some reason.) Anyway – it was an interesting sight: My 3 foot tall very blond little boy standing in front of the soccer ball and staring up (way up) at these three tall, dark (Indian, I believe.), rather amused but hiding it well, men. They invited him to play with them, and pretty soon Alex was taking his turn kicking the ball. One of the guys would kick the ball to him, then Alex would kick it back with all his two-year-old might. At one point he kind of took off with the ball – kicking it a few feet away from everyone, then another few feet, and so on. Eventually he brought it back. Meanwhile we were joined by the woman we’d seen with them earlier. She had a digital camera in one hand and was telling us how beautiful Alex was as she hurried over. She showed me the picture of Alex she’d taken, and also said, with a laugh, that she’d always wanted a little blond child. Then she pointed to the tallest of the three men and said "That’s my husband, so I don’t think that’ll happen!" I gave her my email address and she sent the picture to me the other day. It was such a perfect afternoon. I spent Sunday doing little things here and there. Getting ready for Monday morning. And all too soon, Sunday was ending. I had a horrible night’s sleep – so did Alex. And it feels like I’ve been running the Kentucky Derby ever since. Get up, get partly ready for work, get kids up, diapered, dressed, brush Alex’s teeth, shoes on, get me dressed, get all the kids’ stuff in the car, get the kids in the car, drive to daycare, get the kids and all their TONS of stuff out of the car, bring Julia to the infant room, put her bottles in the fridge, her "menu" on the cabinet door, sign her in, hang her little bag on her hook over there, and – VERY RELUCTANTLY – hand her over to the woman in there that day. Linger, linger, linger, kissing Julia’s fat little cheek and looking for signs that she might want me to stay. Nope. She is distracted by all the cool things hanging from the ceiling. Bring Alex to his room, put his cold stuff in the fridge, put his lunch bag over there, his backpack under there, sign him in, and give him hugs and kisses goodbye. Back to the car, sick feeling in my stomach, leave the parking lot, drive up the street to work. Go in, do some work, get acclimated (aclimated?), wish I was still on maternity leave about 8 trillion times throughout the day, say hi to people and show them the picture of the kids I brought with me (Julia looks obese in it – it’s the angle of the shot – have to bring in a different one so people won’t ALL say "wow, look how big she got!" which really means "when is her first Weight Watchers meeting?" and she’s NOT FAT – except her cheeks), and do some work, and take a short lunch break and do some more work and finally escape and drive down the road and get Julia and chat with the woman in that room about Julia’s day (went very well) and bring Julia and her bag of empty bottles to get Alex and his bag of empty sippy cups and food containers and bring them to the car and strap them into their seats and drive home and get home close to 6:00 and I don’t even remember what we had for dinner and settle Alex down and put him to bed and watch some of the ballgame (I think…was there one on?) and put Julia to bed and make sure I have clothes ready for tomorrow and oh, yeah, also wash Julia’s bottles and Alex’s sippy cups and put together lunch and snacks and beverages for him and mix up 5 bottles for her and so that’s all set and now I can go to bed I think and set the alarm and try to sleep and get up at least 4 times because Alex isn’t sleeping well at the moment and get up and want to cry because I have to do this ALL OVER AGAIN! Bill helped out Monday morning, but was gone early Tuesday on a fishing trip and this morning was still sleeping because yesterday’s fishing long fishing trip wiped him out – it’s been over a year since he was out on salt water and I think he overdid it and didn’t drink enough water and got dehydrated and that’s just my opinion but ANYWAY… Miraculously Julia fell asleep while I was putting Alex to bed – so I put her in her crib and so far (fingers AND toes crossed…knock on wood…and whatever else is supposed to help) they have both remained asleep, except for the little cough I heard from Alex a moment ago. And – I had the time to type all of this!!! And now I will end it because I need to go to sleep. I am not proofreading it, so I’m sorry if anything is spelled wrong, punctuated wrong, or makes no sense.

One thought on “…it’s back to work I go…

  1. It’s 2 weeks since you posted you were going back to work. I’m waiting with bated (sp?) breath to read about how you and your family are adjusting, and what it was like to go back, and stuff. 🙂

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