So, it's back to work with me. I worked one Saturday since school started, but now I'm back for my first weekday shift (and actually, I don't work next week since I have to take my class)... always nervous for how the whole hand-off thing will work. Drew has an extra class this year, so that's made it a little more difficult... but I'm hoping the moola will make it worthwhile.
On a happy note, my friend Janelle's coming in today for her induction. Of course, my fingers are crossed that she's already in labor and she won't have to be induced...
I should have some good quiet time to myself this morning, my neighbors are re-sodding their front yard, and so far there've been 3 big trucks and a bobcat to watch for Spencer. It's definiately nice to have a window just his size he can see the world through.
So, I'm reading "I Don't Know How She Does It" -- have any of you guys read this? Anyway, in it, she's a working mom and one of the wives of one of her associates dies of cancer, and leaves behind this huge list of all the things she does as a mom. So, I'm reading through it and I start to have a panic attack as to what would happen if I die. I mean, I have always made sure that Drew knows the important things but I'm not sure he has a clue how I balance the checkbook, or where the really important files are. Does he know how to drop-off in the morning, does he know how to add vegetables to a meal, does he know that Conner's been counting his fruits and veggies like a hawk since his pediatrician said he should be getting 5 a day (thanks to Dr. Copeland the kid is finally eating a balanced diet -- LOVE her). I mean, I just don't think I COULD write it all down. The funnyt thing is, Drew is more involved then most dads. I have worked since I was 18. I only took a five week maternity leave for Conner and a 2 month one for Spencer and then it was up to him. Granted, now it's only one night a week, but I bet that's more then a lot of husbands do. Anyway, have any of you done this? Part of me feels like I should leave town for a week so just so I can have some peace he can do it all... Of course, part of me just wants to leave town for a week.... I'm sure he's much more competant then I imagine. Right?