Typical work week

Life seems to be slipping in to somewhat of a routine....

• Mondays, Sammy and I hang out and play in the early morning, then mid-morning we head to the gym. Sam plays in the childcare room, I work out, then we come home. Lunch, followed by a nap - I try to get a few things done around the house while he naps (or I nap myself) and then he's up again to play. He eats dinner, he plays a bit more, then he goes to bed.
• Tuesday we're up early, he goes to daycare, I go to work. Pick him up around 5, home for dinner, a little play time, and then off to bed.
• Wednesday Sammy and I play in the early morning, then I drop him off at daycare around 10, I go to the gym, come home, shower, have lunch, go to work. Tim picks him up in the evening, feeds him, gets him ready for bed, and I get home in time to help tuck him in.
• Thursday is much the same as Tuesday.
• Friday is much the same as Monday.

I find myself missing the sporadic randomness of being home every day. I miss being able to meet up with a friend at 2 in the afternoon and have "coffee" while our babies sleep in the stroller...or bounce on our knees....or wail while we try to frantically sip our drinks and keep them happy. I miss long afternoons of laying on the floor, playing blocks with Sam or chasing him around the house as he explores on his hands and knees.

I mean we still get to play, but it's not quite the same. Much of it is in snippets, little moments between dinner and bed when his stomach is full and he can happily play until sleepy time hits. I find my Mondays and Fridays aren't as laid back because there are errands to run, play dates to attend (which I thoroughly enjoy!), food to be made...there's not as much down time as before I went back to work.

Sam is adjusting well - he still has his clingy moments, moments where he's being particular and only wants mommy or only wants daddy, moments where he refuses to eat anything. But he doesn't cry when he gets dropped off at daycare anymore. He actually knows Rachel, and smiles when he sees her, and points at all the toys as if to say "look mom, those are the cars I play with."

I think I'm having the hard time adjusting. I miss him. Work is good, but on moments when I'm not busy, I find myself wondering how Sam is, what he is up to....and wishing I was with him. What a difference a year can make. :)