Alex was off the weekend before I had to go back which was nice because (well It’s always nice when he is home) we were able to spend time together doing things so I wasn’t sitting home thinking about the impending Monday to come.
The week: The dreaded Monday finally arrived, on Monday morning of all times (how about that). The alarm went off at 6:30, 6:45 and again at 7am so I finally decided that it was, in fact, MY alarm and that I needed to get up and get ready. So I did. I got up, got ready, gathered my
Alex called during my 45 minute drive to work to make sure I wasn’t crying my eyes out, and I wasn’t, but it was nice that he called anyway. Once I finally arrived it was like I had never left. I mean sure people would stop by my office and say “welcome back” and ask how things were going but other than that it was business as usual. Mondays always seem to fly by so before I knew it the day was over and I was on my way back home to my 3 loves. Tuesday and Wednesday were status quo ante as well.
Final thoughts: So even though going back to work after being home for 10 weeks wasn’t as dreadfully awful as I worked it up in my mind to be I still liked being home when Alex was off, I liked not knowing what time of day, day of the week or even day of the month it was. There were no due dates, no meetings, no phone calls to make/receive, no audits to be done, it was nice. Very nice.