Working for the weekend . . .

This working thing is sooooo hard. I'm so thankful I like what I'm doing or it would be a whole lot worse, but I'm an emotional wreck being away from Charity. I can just sit there at that computer and start tearing up just thinking of her. I've become a pro at making those faces that keep your tears in, so the people I'm working with don't know I'm losing my mind. When I look at the clock and it's nearly 2 o'clock, it's the worst. I think for a second, "Oh, I've got to head out soon and get Charity." Then reality. Nope! It's just miserable.

This is the first time I've worked full-time since before she was born, so I guess it will take some getting used to. How do people do this when their child is 3 months-old? Maybe it's easier when they're younger. This is treacherous for me! And I can barely talk to Dave on lunch break, as it just reminds me what I'm missing! :( Uuuggg, Dave says this too shall pass. Hopefully!!

So when I made it home today from my first week of work, I am SO happy that it is Friday. Two entire days with the people I love and no work. Back to living for the weekends! Even though it's going to be a busy one: getting ready for Grumpy's visit next week and lots of baking to do for Sunday's bake sale. Oh well . . . it's the weekend!!

Have a good one!!