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Back to the Grind...

Well, so much for blogging every day in November. Hasn't happened and won't happen.  Oh well!

So, I'm back to work as of this week.  Three days a week in the office, working from home Wednesdays, and off on Fridays.  The good news is that I'm only back at work for a month and then I'm getting laid off just in time for the holidays.  I've known about the layoff since June, and since we'd always planned for me to stay home once we had two kids the timing has actually worked out pretty well.  I'm getting a very generous severance package and am looking forward to not having to commute an hour and a half each way for the first time in almost 8 years. It will definitely be strange though after twelve years of working at Harvard to not be there all the time.

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I remember when I went back to work after I had LP I was so upset and stressed out about it.  The days away from him were so long- I'd drop him off at daycare at 7:30 and then Paul would pick him up at 5 as I didn't get home until 6:30.  With bedtime at 7:30 I didn't get much time with LP on the days I was in the office.  

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This time it's different.  My mother-in-law is watching the kids on Mondays at her house and our former daycare provider is coming to our house on Tuesdays and Thursdays to watch them.  I'm still out the door around 7:30 a.m but I'm home around 3:30 as my hours in the office were cut back about a year ago.  And I'm not stressed or upset about leaving the kids as it's such a temporary thing.  In fact, it's so nice and quiet in my office and I get to drink my coffee while it's still hot which is a major bonus.

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The parts I don't like?  Having to be out the door early. Waking up Eliza to nurse her before I leave.  Lugging the breastpump with me to my office and then having to explain to my 89-year-old boss (who called my pregnancy my "condition") why there's sometimes a sign on my door that says "Please Do Not Disturb."   Being too tired when I get home to make a decent dinner (there's lots of spaghetti in our future).

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We'll all survive for a few weeks though and then I'll make the adjustment to being a full-time stay-at-home mom of two.  I'll be back to drinking lukewarm coffee, but I can live with that!

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