We all knew the day was coming, we all ignored the inevitable but the march of time cannot be stopped. Not by mom, dad, baby or the unbelieveable denial of the fact that three months is three month. That means back to work mom. She “celebrated” by Bjorning me on a 10 block walk along with grandma and the three dogs. Way to celebrate eh? Dad caught up with us just coming home. I was beat and needed a bath/bottle/bed so it was perfect timing. Tomorrow they try both working.
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It is a real nuisance having to go back to work after 3 months off – this was my first summer off as a teacher and I’m telling you, it’s no fun having to go back. And I’ll have to do the same thing after next summer! Waaa.
Love,
Grandaddy
(Don’t tell anybody I’m writing this during my 4th period planning – waiting patiently for 2:30 to get here when school is over. Yep, this teaching stuff is really hard.)