reintegration

Here I am.  Back to work.  Sitting at my desk.  Waiting for something to happen.  Anything.  Anyone?

A friend left a bag of Ghirardelli Dark and Sea Salt Caramel Squares on my desk.  Good thing I didn't get a sensible breakfast in me so I have plenty of room to eat that whole thing.

I got up at a quarter til six just like my alarm told me to this morning, but I didn't get out of bed until half past or so.  Nicholas ate and we just kind of sat there together.

I didn't shower this morning, but I put on a fresh layer of deo and wet my head under the tap to make it look like I did.  Put on some eyeliner and some sort of nude/not nude shadow so I don't look corpsey and dragged a hot cloth over my face.  Some one wonderful whom I only know from the internets sent me a fantastic care package when Nicholas was born, and inside were some flannel washcloths.  I'm never going back.  I'm also working on convincing her to set up an etsy or some such thing, and when she does I will link to her because you really want some of these things.  Shanna, you are wonderful.  

Pamela, who is also a maker of wonderful things has also performed small miracles for us.  You can find her at Revel Handmade Goodness.  There isn't everything up on the website yet, but if you want something she can do it for you.  I'm loving the ring slings for the babywearing and also the ridiculously large gauze swaddling blankets.  You know those crazy expensive Anais and Aden ones?  They are like those, but large enough that even Jake laid claim to one of them.  The red one, of course. 
One hundred years ago, my grandfather told me to be very careful when buying brand name things because quite often you are paying top dollar for a pile of garbage with a fancy label. 

You can find some of Poppa's other lessons, penned by my brother here.  On a website maintained by my uncle.
Nicholas is the spitting image of Poppa.  I like that about him.  Them.

Janine at Pretty Personal Gifts send along some really cute things and now I want absolutely everything in my life monogrammed.  She included this really soft lovey thing that I can't get enough of.  I really want a grown person sized blanket that is that velvety material.  I would cocoon myself with it whenever I felt yucky.  I'd be willing to pay a couple hundred dollars for such a thing.  I'd also like a bath towel the size of a bedsheet.  I like to get out of the shower and wrap myself up until I'm 100% dried off.  I don't like to do that in my own bed because sometimes it's still damp when I go to bed.

The phone calls started coming in about 9am.  Real people with real issues that I actually know something about. 
Unlike babies.
Solving problems while keeping my shirt on is a very good thing today.  I feel like I haven't accomplished anything in three months that didn't involve feeding someone or bouncing up and down like a lunatic.

I feel okay.  In case you were wondering.  I sent Nicholas to daycare for a few hours Monday and Tuesday so I could sort out my feelings about sending Nicholas to daycare in the privacy of my own home.  It was harder to think about it than it was actually doing it.  They seem to love him and he comes home happy and hungry.

Two hours in to my day, and I'm ready to go get him and take him home.  Let's see how I do for the next six.