I went back to work yesterday after being off for ten days. I don’t think I need to tell anyone that this was slightly difficult. But besides the usual getting back into the routine difficulty, Ava threw a tantrum the size of King Kong when we got to daycare. She did not want me to leave her again. Not at all. I got in my car and cried I felt so badly about it. Today of course she was fine and happy to go and see her friends, but sheesh yesterday was unreal. She kept screaming about how she wanted to go to work too. Which is actually slightly hilarious because she thinks that work is a magical place where everyone gets to go but her. That and the gym. I could tell her my husband is anywhere and she still says “No, Daddy went to gym” and pouts as if I were lying to her. “Gramma at gym?” “Mimi at work?” I tried to explain to her that grown-ups go to the gym to exercise and now she copies my exercising at home. Check out the form on these crunches:
Now, if only I could get abs of steel. At least I did really go to the gym last night.