A Whole New World

Sailor Boy has gone back to work, and, as my father keeps reminding me, if I were at a real job, my maternity leave would be up, so I guess that means that I, as my boss, should be firing me, as my employee, given that my company (i.e., me) does not qualify for FMLA.

But can I, as my boss, decide that my employee, me, can take the full 12 weeks? I think I can. Which gives me four more weeks to ease my enlarged-by-50% office workplace into a new schedule. I know how lucky I’ve been — to have so much help for two whole months (my mom stayed here for the first month after the baby was born), but now I have to figure out how to handle things on my own. This past week I took the baby with me to the grocery store for the first time (she was great!) and she slept all morning while I cleaned the kitchen and prepared for a Thanksgiving dinner.

I wonder if she’s trying to lull me into a false sense of security?

Today, we’re going to the post office and the dry cleaners, and making turkey stock with a leftover turkey carcass. If I’m feeling really good, I may take Rio out for her first walk with just the baby and me (up until now, I’ve either walked her alone or brought someone else to help while I carried the baby).

As for work work, I’m mostly in the daydreaming phase. It’s been a while since I put any words down on paper. I hope to start easing myself back into that this wek as well, starting with getting a print out and reading through my current WIP.

Wish me luck!