Here I am at the end of four days off work, and I still feel like my long weekend went by in a flash. In some ways, it felt even shorter than a regular weekend.
For one thing, Friday got sucked up into a hospital black hole with my husband’s routine procedure gone awry. He’s OK now, but it was not pleasant and probably aged me a few years in a day.
Plus, my in-laws were visiting from Kansas Thursday afternoon to Saturday evening. I actually like them a lot, so there was none of the stereotypical in-law tension. But between the hospital crap and hosting visitors, I didn’t have much opportunity to relax. I was constantly bouncing between caretaker and hostess modes. Exhausting!
Sunday and Monday, I did find some chances to have fun. Cassie and I had time for peekaboo and tickle fights. I noticed that she’s grown about 5 inches in the last week or so. I even got to hang out with a couple of my friends–something of a rarity.
But now it’s Monday night, and I’m realizing not much got checked off my to-do list. I don’t feel rested or ready for the onslaught of another week. And I already miss Cassie, who’s sleeping soundly in her bed.
Plus, I just heard my cousin is quitting her job to stay at home with her 3-month-old baby. While I realize that’s not the best option for us right now (though I totally respect her choice for her fam), I find myself fantasizing about doing the same … spending days at home with my adorable girl, getting things done, feeling like I’m getting somewhere. I know, the grass is always greener. But still, I have a feeling it’s going to be a long four-day work week.