I’m snuggled into my big chair with my tiny Guy. A relief after the hustle of leaving work, breastfeeding the baby, showering the big kid, creating this blog, dinner for the grown ups, having this blog spied on by the big kid, and finally bed time for the big kid(s).

Whoo!

The silence of the house filling me thoughts some joyful some a bit sad. Over the past year so much has changed. The big kid is in a new school and walks to school without me (what what!). Mom has moved out of my basement replaced by my handsome GuyFriend. I have a dog. Oh, and no small feat a tiny little Guy who it seems was the piece of my puzzle I didn’t realize I was missing.

While I still have the same desk jockey job, I had FOUR whole months off (thanks to a mental breakdown at the end of my pregnancy), and amazingly got 14 weeks granted and paid by my employer to properly bond with my new human.

Now, being back at work for a whole 3 days I’m already starting to feel the prickly feeling that all I want is to be holding/staring/feeding/playing with my little Guy. I’m not sure there’s any reality in writing about the mundane and sometimes hysterically hip-happenings of our lives as employment but I’ll take advantage to, if nothing else, show the world from my (limited) scope for my own embarrassing reflection later. Later of course being the day that I put stock in a blog name I took to mean fresh and shit.

For fun I’ve included my big kid being caught checking out the “first post” on this very blog while she should have been brushing her hair.

Goodnight y’all!