November 10, 2009
I'm really no good at blogging while I'm on maternity leave. I guess I'm just too busy doing other things right now--like forgetting to bring Maggie while I go to pick up James from school (only happened once and I swear I won't do it again), cheating on Weight Watchers, and nursing in front of our huge picture window that faces the street.
See? Very busy.
Now, before I sign off to make myself a snack, I guess I'll quench your nosiness--because I know, for a fact, that a lot of you are wondering.
Yes, I'm going back to work in two weeks.
And here's the very detailed background information for the nosiest of readers out there:
I was a stay-at-home mom with James--for almost three years. If you want me to get super technical about it, I was in grad school when James was a baby. I went back to school when James was five weeks old, so with the exception of weekend trips to the library, a class here and there, and study sessions at Starbucks, James and I were together all the time.
We were still living in Texas when I finished school, and James had just turned two. Jared had six more months to go until he graduated, so instead of diving into my career in a state we were about to leave, I took a babysitting job.
"A babysitter with a master's degree." I can't quite remember, but I think that was the tag line on my blog for a while.
I went back to work full-time when we moved back to New England in 2008. Jared stayed home with James while he figured out the details of opening up his practice. You know--getting licensed, selecting a font for his sign, finding well-fitting trousers that would keep the lady patients coming back. I've got to say, you'd be absolutely flabbergasted by the level of planning that went into it.
When Jared opened his practice, I switched jobs and landed where I am now--in a part-time gig. Someone had to put a nice dinner on the table every night, and unless I was happy to eat a bowl of Cracker Jacks at 9:30pm, that 'someone' had to be me.
Seriously, where was I going with this?
Right. I'm going back to work when Maggie's six weeks old.
But get this--I'm going back to work, part-time, from home, and Maggie's staying with me.
So instead of checking peoples' status updates on Facebook every morning for four hours while James is at school, I'll do some work. You can laugh all you want, but I honestly think it will be very manageable.
I'm one lucky girl.
And the Board of Directors? They're one super lucky group of old guys. Who else gets to have a snugly, little infant at every single meeting?
So there you have it. Nosiness satisfied--and you didn't even have to come right out and ask.