It’s funny how Mondays are still Mondays when you work from home.
You’d think that being able to build your own schedule would eliminate the weekday versus weekend feel, but nope! At least not for me.
On the flip side, little man and I are back home, and all is well in the universe. The past week away was a blast, but there really is nothing like sleeping in your own bed. Not to mention, mini dude needed Dad cuddles, and I needed to be near my love.
On a not-so-fun note, baby boy caught his first cold. Snot so fun for either of us. Can you say, no sleep for days? Just when I thought those under-eye circles couldn’t get any darker . . . I was wrong! Our hidden blessings have been: he hasn’t run even the slightest fever—raises hands in hallelujah praise—and has been the happiest baby in existence.
Monday blues. Vacation hangover. Sick germs.
Looking to leave them all behind with a pretty little poem.