It's back to work for me on Wednesday. I can't believe how fast the time went and how overwhelmingly sad I am to be away from Teague. Okay - well I can believe how sad I am because he is the most amazing and fun baby, but the time with him has just gone so fast and I am so sad. The positives of it all: 1) I am only back for 3 days before we have Christmas break for 2 weeks (I know, boo hoo for all you NON-teachers out there) and 2) he won't actually start daycare until after the first of the year because Papa is coming to take care of him for the 3 days that I am back at work so I don't actually have to get anyone ready except myself. I think I can handle that much - well, maybe not. I could be an absolute mess by Wednesday morning! I am just hoping that I can actually sleep tomorrow night.
So the things I keep telling myself to make myself feel better about this whole process:
* As Jaci would say "I am a better mom for being able to work." Well Jaci, I am holding you to that, because if being a better mom means I am crying my eyes out, then better I shall be!!
* Teague will have so much fun watching all the kids at daycare (aka: he will sleep through the night?!). I know that he will have fun and he does love watching other kids - but seriously, what could be more fun for him than watching his mama go "ooogga oogga OOOOOOGGGGA, BOO BOO BEAR"!!!
And that's all I've come up with thus far - any other ideas from those of you whom have already went through this?!
So enough of my pity party. We had a very busy weekend. Friday night we went shopping in Minneapolis (all 3 of us). Saturday we were supposed to attend a basketball game, but stayed home for once in the week. Sunday we had the Fischer extended family Christmas and Sunday night a Christmas program for Chase and Skylar at church. Whew. We were pretty pooped out by the time we got home. Here are some pictures of the outfits that Teague wore to the Christmas get together. The first picture is of a gift from someone and being that he has about 5 "first Christmas" outfits, we need to start wearing them. I swear - dressing up your baby could constitute child abuse, but judge for yourself....
