Back at it

Today was my first day back to work.

I've been fielding a lot of questions lately that go something like this: "aren't you going to miss that cute little boy of yours?".

The polite answer of course, the MOM answer, is "of course I'm going to miss him, but he's going to somewhere familiar, so it won't be so bad".

The real answer, the one I keep to myself because it makes me sound like a terrible parent, is "are you freaking kidding me?!  I can't wait to get out of the house by myself and be a real human again!"

I donno... People seem to think I should be spending the week crying at my desk.  Nah, not going to happen.  I love my kid to pieces; he's pretty much - well, no, he IS the cutest kid on the planet, and happy and cuddly and fun.  But I don't miss him.  I know where he is; I know he's safe and having fun.  I don't need to miss him.