A mother goes back to work.

I started working part-time a few weeks ago and there were mixed feelings for me when deciding it was time to work again. My days were filled with taking care of Austin, playdates with friends and field trips to grocery stores, the library and community center.  

Now the days are filled with getting Austin ready in the morning for his little school, making sure Scooter and Austin are out the door so that they don't miss Circle Time, getting myself dressed in clothes that require actual ironing (!!!), making sure to not forget my laptop and fighting the traffic to get to campus. 

And usually by around 2pm I'm itching to go pick him up and have him give me a little peck on the cheek but since that's smack in the middle of nap time (in which he doesn't participate) I wait until almost 4pm.  I definitely view my time with him a bit differently now:  It was valuable before, but priceless now.