I woke up this morning with a queasy tummy-- literally. I didn't want to get up. I had breakfast, pumped milk, bathed the baby, saw my 7 year old off to school, tried my best to tame my 3 year old and got ready for work.
I said goodbye to my pyjamas which I would wear the whole day and said hello to hosiery, make up and high heels.
I got through half the day and then rushed home for lunch. I didn't realize that I had forgotten to stick to my 1 hour lunch break. The afternoon took a bit longer. By 4:30, I was already restless. The minutes ticked by and finally, when it was 6PM, I hailed a cab and excitedly rushed home.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I reminded myself to stop complaining and look at the bright side instead.
Tomorrow is another day.
Thank you Shosh and Rach for your encouraging words.