Just love this photo

Well, I really don't have much to say today. This photo is a bit older, but it makes me smile whenever I see it so I wanted to post it. I don't know if anyone ever reads this, but maybe someday in a year or two, I'll look back and want to know the crap I was talking about when I was SOOOO exhausted that I could barely type complete sentences. I really didn't think it would be so hard to motivate myself to blog once I had the baby. I really thought I would just hop back into being me. Not so much. Seriously, having this baby has melted my brain. Here is an example: last night I went to the store that is literally across the street from my house for shredded cheese and tortilla chips. It takes me less than two minutes to get there and my entire time going there, I was focused on chips and cheese. I came home with shredded cheese and gummy worms. Exactly.

The funniest part is there are a million things a day that I find humor in, but I cannot write about them in a way that even sounds MILDLY entertaining. Today when I was dropping Wilbur off at daycare, he barfed ALL down the front of my shirt. Not just milk, but he has a cold and I'm pretty sure there was mucus in there too. Normally I would attempt to write a paragraph on how hilarious (yeah, I said HILARIOUS) it was when I got to work and everyone is dressed up (which is very unusual for a Friday) in dresses and pearls, and here I am in jeans, tennis shoes and a purple t-shirt that is stained and scented with baby barf. But instead, the hamster that runs my brain function has stopped for a smoke break. Now he's eating a donut and will probably take a nap before he starts walking again. I imagine my brain hamster to be a lot like Chris Farley.

Speaking of Chris Farley, maybe that is what I should blog about... my DIETING skills. Now that would be hilarious. Here I am breastfeeding, burning off 500 calories a day doing NOTHING, and yet, I eat like a 250 lb truck driver. Instead of losing weight, I'm pretty sure I'm GAINING weight and I'm pretty sure it is because I eat chips, shredded cheese and gummy worms! I will save all that nonsense for another time and another blog. Hope everyone is doing well, and if no one is reading this and I'm only typing to myself, I hope I'm doing well next time I read it =)

Twilight Zone

So Wednesday was my first day back at work. Maybe I should say, Wednesday was my body's first day back at work. I'm pretty sure my brain (even today) is back in my trunk with the stroller and my extra diaper bag.

My day started at 4:15 am. I am a neurotic nut job and was way too anxious to wait for the alarm at 5:30 am. I got up, I pumped and I took a nice long shower. I started thinking, this will be a snap, I'm already ahead of the game! It was a good thing I got up and started getting ready when I did because Wilbur decided to get up at 5:45 am and once he is up, he does NOT like to sit there and watch me get ready. He likes to snuggle and play and if I try to ignore him, he screams bloody murder to remind me of who exactly is in charge. I dropped him off at daycare by about 7:15 am and was on my way. I did not cry, which was a good thing because I was pretty sure I was going to.

I walked into my office not sure if anyone would remember who I was, but luckily they did. They decorated my cube with little "welcome back" signs, they took me out to lunch AND, more importantly, took me out for ice cream. Some of the girls from my old group even got me some flowers and mostly I just spent the day adding security updates to my computer and rebooting.

However, I am still breastfeeding and so I had to take in the experience of the "Mother's Room". The first time I went in it was empty (thank God, otherwise I probably would have never gone back). I went in, I found a comfy chair, got a magazine and did my business. The second time I went back was in the afternoon and it had three other women in there... all double pumping, all with their shirts completely off and all either on their laptops or on their phones at the same time. They don't even hold the pump. It looked like something out of the Matrix or something. It totally weirded me out. I mean, it must have weirded me out because how else can you explain me getting lost on my way back to my desk?

After I left the strange human dairy farm, I was pondering what I had seen. I walked up the stairs to my floor, pump in hand, puzzled expression on my face, and suddenly stopped. Where the hell was I? I took a few steps, peeked around and realized... "this is not my floor". I walked back out to the stairwell and realized it said "3". Ah yes, this is not my floor. I belong on the 4th floor. My floor is earthtones, this floor is as grey as my soul. Thank goodness the rest of my day was spent starting and re-starting my computer. After getting lost going back to my desk, I don't think I would have done very well doing actual work that required actual thought process.

At 4pm I was ready to go. I packed my bags, got my dairy and headed home. Apparently Wilbur was NOT happy with me or Ehee for leaving him at daycare all day. He wouldn't smile or laugh. He basically latched on to his milk supply and went to sleep. The daycare people told me he does get better every day. Apparently I hold him too much so he does not like to be put down when he is there, and considering the fact that he is already 20lbs, it is probably a work health hazard for them to carry him too long. I don't want to put any of these poor women out on disability.

All in all, the rest of the week has gone well. I really wish I could stop shoving food in my fat face, but that is just a part of being back on the job I guess. I don't have any photos to upload today, but I will try to do so soon. I hope everyone is doing well!