Working is hard

Working is hard.

Not because its work, but because Xander can't come with me.

I've spent lots of time getting to know my little guy, and by lots of time I mean about 97% his life has been spent with me. And leaving the house with out him in his super heavy carrier is a little odd.

I never thought I'd be that mom who would freak out about going to back to work, and I think I'm doing ok on that front, however, I certainly didn't expect to miss him as much as I do.
Its really hard to leave with out holding him one last time.

Saturday the 12th was perhaps the hardest, not because it was only the forth time away to go to work, but because I was away from 9 -8:30.
Yep, a whole 10.5 hrs away from my baby.
(I might note the longest ever since he was born.)
I did good though, I only called Grandma Darci once to check in!

Perhaps the hardest part about being away in the day is being home at night.

Alex is just exhausted.

I can totally understand, I mean playing with Grandma is hard work.

An exhausted Xander, is a frustrated little boy who is hungry but too tired to eat, and once again only wants to be held while mom walks around the house.
But hey, I am getting to hold him again.


No one said being a mom was easy, and being a working mom is defiantly not easy, but it does help you to appreciate every smile, and maybe even the diapers that much more.