And Now For Something Unexpected…
I am not sure why this photo is looking so desaturated, but its late (funny how my definition of late has changed in the last 14 weeks) , and I’m too tired to deal with it. Its as good as its going to get for now.
Anyway, Three turned three months last weekend. He’s loosing that newborn look, and quickly starting to look more and more like a little boy. Momma isn’t sure she’s ready for this!
Anyway, first the big news. I’m sure you are all expecting me to start freaking out about my impending return to work tomorrow. But, well, plans have changed.
Two weeks ago tomorrow, my boss called, and extended my UNPAID maternity leave, because the company has hit some major financial problems. In theory I will be going back to work in January, but even that is up in the air at this point. We are having a meeting sometime this week to discuss what further changes are to come, and after that, the husband and I will be discussing how best to make this work for us. So, we’ll see. I don’t deal well with being in flux, so these past two weeks have been a challenge to say the least. Just when I had started to come to terms with the idea of going back, I had to switch my thinking.
So, I am trying to figure out what Plan B is in the event that I don’t have a job come January. The last time I was out of work, it was just after 9/11, and I can’t say that I am looking forward to looking for a job during a recession again. Most of Plan B, C, and D at this point require some finality in my current job in order to avoid political messiness. Limbo sucks.
But on the upside, I get seven more weeks with Three that I wasn’t counting on. So, there in a blessing in this mess somewhere. Although, I was starting to look forward to not getting spit up on for 8 straight hours, getting to see his smiley face is not a bad alternative to the spit up free life. The last few weeks have been filled with some great moments. He smiles so much more now. I love getting him out of his crib in the morning and having him smile when he sees me. He started rolling over last week. He’s still not consistently doing it, and I’m not entirely sure he means to do it when he does, but either way, he gets over. Makes a Momma proud!
So tonight when I go to sleep, I won’t be worrying about leaving Three tomorrow all day with the husband for the first time ever. Instead, I’ll be stressing over what I do next, and trying to figure out what exactly I want to be when I grow up. Funny how quickly life changes, huh?


