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Maternity Leave

I'm a little more than a week deep into my maternity leave from work and as I was all excited that I had 5 weeks left and man, won't it be awesome that we'll someday have a routine and life will be slightly more cohesive than just me sitting around, watching movies, napping, snuggling, and feeding Baby -- two things occurred to me.  Two semi-distressing things:

Porch goes back to work THIS Friday.
School starts for me next Thursday.

So my super awesome partner in this baby experience will be out of the house roughly 8am-7pm (on a good day) and Charlie & I will be left to our own devices.  Very much a sink or swim scenario, but I suspect we'll swim.  And then find our way to the nearest Starbucks before binge watching Sex & the City seasons (much to her father's dismay) and working on internship stuff.

I have to go back to school for the fall, though luckily, I will be working on my internship and only have seminar and (1) it's not every week (2)  it's only 5-7pm -- so if I take the train, 4:30-7:30.  I can also drive, but that usually gets sticky around 5pm so I'm not sure it's worth it.  We'll see.

But back to my main point -- I have 5 more weeks at home with this sweet chunk of a baby, blissfully unattached to work, and couldn't be happier about it.  Granted, she keeps me up pretty late sometimes, but I did way worse in college so there's really no reason I can't keep up with her.  ;)  For now.

xoxo

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