Back to the grind . . . UGH!

Yikes. Has it already been almost 4 mos? Geez. Just 3 1/2 months ago I gave birth to a teeny tiny baby boy, 4 lbs 6 oz to be exact. And now he's tipping the scales at 12 lbs 11.8 oz, smiling at mom and dad (and pretty ladies), cooing and gaga'ing, practicing putting one foot in front of the other when daddy helps (we swear he'll walk early) and generally stealing our hearts on a daily basis.

And now, sadly, I have to go back to work! I know I said (in a recent post) that I was looking forward to going back to work. And in some ways, I am. But I am seriously bummed to miss the daily dose of E-love and cuteness that I'm currently get all day long. Sure, I'll get to see him every afternoon/evening and to be fair, my job allows me to work from home 2 days a week and be home at a very reasonable time the other 3 days. But still!!! (hear me whining here)

To be totally honest, the biggest reason I'm dreading going back to work is pure laziness. In the beginning, when E was first home from the NICU, every day was hard. It was difficult to even fathom getting out of the house with a shower, clothes that match and a well-fed baby. I never knew when he would freak out, I was *chained* to my breast pump and generally life outside babyville was non-existent. But now I have a great group of new moms to support me (and occassionally babysit), grandparents who would rather do nothing else but see their grandson, a pretty well-rested hubby and most importantly a *very* good baby who only really fusses when he wants to eat. I feel like we are dialed in on E's needs, wants, idiosyncracies, etc. And now that we've got it figured out (as much as one can), I have to go back to work. Now that I can actually work out (almost) every day, pay bills on time, get back to cooking real meals, keep a relatively decent house and finish very tardy to-do's (like thank yous!), I have to figure out how to do all that AND work full time.

So, yeah. yikes.

I do realize I should give up on the delusion that I can be the "do-it-all mom/wife/friend." But the A-type in me refuses to admit this might happen. Let's be real. I can't even update my blog AND keep up on Facecrack.

Here's to hoping!