23 Days

This week I head back to work. I hope I can manage to make my actual three day work week. I haven't done that yet. I guess time will tell.

I have 23 days of work left. I thought about that a lot last night. 23 days. 23 days of up before the sun, get the kids dressed and ready while they're half asleep and dropped off at their respective babysitters. 23 days of riding the bus from the parking lot while checking my calendar to see what the day holds. 23 days to spend with my friend Tara. 23 more days of deadlines and time lines, urgent e-mails and follow-ups. 23 more days of policies and procedures, meetings and conference calls. 23 more days of paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. 23 more days of a brand new office finally on the second floor where I belong. 23 more days of rushing out of the hospital at 3:30 so that I can drag Cooper out of daycare and pick McKenna up on time. 23 more days.

To part of my brain it seems like forever because those 23 days are spread out over the next two months. But to the other part of my brain I can't imagine how I will possibly wrap things up and walk away from it all in 23 days.

Do not be mistaken, I realize that come September my mornings will still begin before the sun comes up but this time with an early morning feeding and diaper change. I'm sure that we will still rush around in the morning in an attempt to get everyone where they need to be. My new time lines will deal with McKenna's morning drop off, the baby's feeding and nap schedule and Cooper's play dates. My paperwork will consist of permission slips and 2nd grade homework and my conference calls will probably be with my mom or my grandparents. My new office will be Peach Blossom Way and instead of one boss I'll now have 4!

Soon it will be time to see if it all will turn out the way I imagine. Two months. 23 days.