Breathing

I am doing much better; got my feet under me gradually and had a very productive day at work Wed, followed by watching Ella, Enchanted with Noah some at dinner time (yes, I know, meals should be eaten at the table, except when things are just Like That), followed by messing about on the ‘net, followed by worrying about Noah in the middle of the night (gee, wonder why?) and then a pretty regular day today.

Although I am tired. I am thinking of working from home tomorrow. This is not reeeeaally a good idea, but I might do so regardless.

Working from home is generally no less working, but it involves many fewer logistics: clothes, driving to transit, transit, worrying about getting back in time to pick Noah up, etc. The thing is that one is supposed to do this about once a week. And I have been averaging a bit higher than that, what with all the flus and doctor’s appointments and so on.

So, we’ll see. The good thing is, there is nothing which requires me to leap either way tomorrow.

And, breathing. Still contemplating just how bad Tuesday got. But better.

Gratuitous Noah conversation: Noah found our wedding pictures. He was enamoured of the cake.

Noah: “When I grow up I am going to get married and HAVE CAKE. With 3, no, ten layers!”
Me: “Who will you marry?”
Noah: ABC. His birthday is soon and we will have cake.
Me: Well that’s a good idea.
Noah: Because I’m a MOM. And Moms have cake.

Yes they do!

P.S. Thank you guys for your comments. They were really nice to read.