Mathematical Mama

So, after 3 months of leave from work and only one crying fit since Z was born (and that is a story all its own) I finally lost my cool today. My husband was on his way out to the evening service at church and asked if I wanted him to bring dinner home after. Since its my last evening home before I go back to work, I was touched that he wanted to do something special. He said he was going to grab Joe's pizza since "its going to be the last time I see you for a while. " *cue tears* It's not about working at all. I love my job. I love the people I work with. I love the fact that I don't have to leave my babies with a stranger. I hate leaving my babies at all. I really hate that I see my husband on Saturdays and Sunday mornings only. Well, while we're conscious anyhow. I started crying and telling Matt that I didn't want to go back and how I would miss him and the kids so much. He starts smiling and telling me how great it makes him feel that after bei...

Holy crap. My baby girl will be 6 weeks tomorrow. So all working mommys know what that means. It's back to the grind with you! You haven't lost enough of the baby weight to wear anything other than maternity jeans, yoga pants, and baggy tops as not to accentuate the rather sizable spare tire that has staked its claim on your midsection. You haven't a been out of the house for longer than a few hours and have not been away from your newborn at all. Come Monday... All bets are off. Now add to this equation a 3 year old boy who one day is all about potty training and the next is screaming "I don't want to sit on the potty!!! " I truly don't have a lot of room to complain. My husband and I work opposite shifts. He is a branch manager / vice president of a bank during the week. He also pastors a church. Our son, JP, has been the picture of a perfect child. He was sleeping thru the night at 6 weeks. He hangs out in his room and plays quietly even if he doe...