Today is my last night of freedom...tomorrow I head back into work. It's been a great week, but I must admit that I'm ready to go back. I have LOVED this extra time with the kids, waking them up every morning, eating dinner with them, putting them to bed. I've accomplished many things, vegged out more than I should have, slept a lot (that's nothing new), and basically just enjoyed the time.
On the flip side, it brings back those feelings of being a stay-at-home-mom. Isolation, loneliness, feeling completely disconnected from society as a whole. I don't like those feelings and have found that I need adult interaction (who doesn't?). Work provides that for me very well, as those I work with are fun to be around and make work enjoyable.
Tomorrow morning at 10:30 my hardship will go in front of a panel who will decide whether or not I can change my schedule to days. While I desperately hope they will grant me my hardship, I will accept what is given to me and move on. I have learned that sulking and pouting for not getting what I want serves no purpose whatsoever...so bring it on...whatever that may be. I'll work with it!