A temporary truce

So it would seem that the Breastfeeding Strike is over...for now. Today has been good for getting Little Man to take the breast. I think that it helped me to read that book and take what it said to heart and set some time aside just for him and me so that he could feel reconnected with me. Of course, things are gonna change because tomorrow I go back to work. Ask me how I feel about this. I am an emotional wreck. Whenever I think about the fact that my husband is going to take over as primary caregiver during the hours I am at work and he is home, it makes me feel really sad. I feel like Lukin is going to forget who his mommy is. Sonny says that he won't forget. But today has felt like he gets upset when Daddy leaves the room (or even view), and I have never seen him react that way to me. It's tearing me up, but I will have to get through it. I know I am not the first woman to have a child and return to work, and I know I won't be the last.

Sue and I met for lunch today. We went to Olive Garden and had the soup, salad, and breadsticks lunch. Yum. We had a good time visiting and it made me miss the fact that I won't be going back to work there this year, but some of the stuff I won't miss (like administrators who non-renew you because they weren't available to sit in on your initial hiring meeting)...but I'm just sayin.

This makes me think about my general lack of appreciation for female administrators. But there is one exception. Her name was Vicki Coombs and she was such a nice lady and she was a very helpful administrator. I miss her. She is the only female administrator that I would work with again. And Vicki, if you ever see this, you rock!

Well, that whole list of stuff that I was supposed to get done today didn't get done. Go figure. But one of the main things did: fill out my planner. Only doing that just stressed me out because neither of my two new schools have the same schedule for conferences or days off (with the exception of holidays). This means that I am going to have to figure out which days I have to be at which conferences because if I am at all of them, I will be over my time and I will get some free days off. This happened two years ago when I was working in a split district. It was fluke that I earned a Comp day, but it was nice to have.

Well, even though it only a quarter to eight, I better go and feed my son and think about getting ready for bed. I don't even want to think about how early I am going to have to get up to get myself ready, feed my boy (thankfully, I won't have to take him to daycare because my husband doesn't work tomorrow or Friday), and drive from the north end of the city to the south end. I can't wait until the end of September when we move closer to both my husband's and my work.