Strike That

Remember when I said I was "neutral" about my return to work. Well, I have officially changed my position on that.

When I first came back to work in October, it ended a five month-long period of being basically housebound. I had been on bedrest since May and once the boys were born, I didn't get out much. When you are tandem nursing, discretion is not easy, so we mostly stuck close to home. Going back to work provided a much needed opportunity to get out of the house and move around freely, on MY own schedule.

But I'm over that now.

When I left them six weeks ago, they were infants. Sure, the occasional smile popped out, but let's face it, they didn't do much more than sleep and eat. Now, they make (and hold) eye contact. They laugh. They try to talk. They light up when I pick them up. They are little people now. And I can't even get into how much fun Alaina is.

Spending the long holiday weekend with them was awesome. But this morning was horrendous. I actually cried this morning dropping the boys off at day care. To date, I have never done that.

So, I think we either need to live with my parents forever (for free, no less. How does that sound mom and dad?)or win the lottery. ASAP. Any thoughts on how to make that happen?