To more I think about going back to work, the more I think about how hard it is to get things done around here now. And I started getting totally overwhelmed. Aaron is better that about 99% of the husbands I know... but still - inside the house, I do more. He volunteers to help, but I usually just say I'll do it - that it's 'no problem'. And it usually isn't. But for whatever reason, today it is. The fact that I cook dinner, and do the dishes. It actually isn't so much the WASHING of the dishes, but the putting away of the dishes. Or I grocery shop. Or I pick up for the cleaning ladies. Or, when he is sitting and feeding Hulk, and I'm sitting trying to do something else - I hear "Mom!? Burp cloth?" And I run over and get him one. Sigh. See how silly the things that that are pissing me off?
There are loads of other things that are pissing me off right now, but I know a lot of it is wrapped up in the stress of going back to work. The fact that I know a bunch of people quit when I was gone. And the joy of working in banking, where things are totally stressed out.
And. I'm guess that I will be getting AF soon.