Oh my! My fabulous co-workers have given me a fabulous gift. Once a week for the next NINE WEEKS, someone is bringing a dinner for my family! Soooooo wonderful!!!
Tonight was pasta - two kinds - with bread - and slaw - and cookies.
Not only was it beyond delicious, but it saved my life.
Rush from work to get G, rush home & warm dinner for Joseph, rush Joseph to band, rush home to feed G. G & I said "Ah-ya-yee-ah" throughout the whole meal!
I miss days with G at the park. And the evenings are way too short - just enough time to drive Joseph around, feed & bathe G & get him to bed (then wake him up to go & get Joseph - ugh).
BUT - we both survived Day One.
I'm thankful to have a job, a good job. I'm thankful for every minute I do get to spend with G. G seems happy. He did well again with day care. No tears. He super-clings to me when I pick him up, though. And he about killed me with his nasty-wet kisses on my mouth. [Yes, he has a cold - and, yes, I accepted the kisses anyway.]
So, thanks for praying. The transition is going as well as I could imagine. I'm so grateful.
I'm tired...
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