All good things must come to an end. . .

I headed back to work today. Dexter's first birthday is still several months away, but since Tom took a few months of parental leave, I was able to take "only" 8.5 months off rather than the 12 months most Canadian women take. That's still a far cry longer than the 12 weeks I got after having Henry down in the good ol' U.S. of A. So I'm really grateful that I got to spend this time being a full-time Mommy. I was getting into a groove around here. But I don't regret going back to work. There was never any question that I would be going back when the mat leave was up, so psychologically I was well-prepared to walk out the door this morning.

My parents are in town right now to help me with the transition back to paid employment, so I left my boys in loving hands. When my mom goes home, Tom will be on the Mr. Mom gig for a week or so, then we have a nanny starting full-time in May. So that's the plan. Unfortunately Dexter isn't sleeping through the night yet and tends to like a lot of attention (i.e. nursing) from Mommy between 3-5 a.m., so I'm bound to have days where I'm a little out of it at work. But that's life.

Now, when I actually showed up for work today, I discovered that my login password expired, and no one in IT got back to me to reset it. Since I couldn't access my email, or even boot up my workstation, I wandered around and said Hi to people, hoping they'd remember me since i was actually on leave longer than I worked there in the first place (they did). I went to a meeting where the CEO reviewed Q1 results. Then I went home because there was nothing else for me to do. Ah, office life. Maybe tomorrow they'll remember what they pay me for.