My God, it's Monday again. I officially don't like Mondays. After a weekend of having Papabadger around, it stinks to watch him leave for work on Monday. Though, I guess this is the last Monday I'll hate for that reason.
Next Monday I, too, will be off to work in the morning. For the past 11 weeks, I couldn't wait to get back to work. Sitting all day watching my kid sleep and poking food into him isn't really my thing. Now I'm kind of sad, though. I'll miss our afternoons of snuggling and watching re-runs of all the bad 80's sitcoms. And I'll admitt that I'm worried about sending him off to day care. What if they don't want to spend an hour poking a bottle into him? I know all my worries are unfounded and they'll take spectacular care of him (far better than me, I'm sure) but still.
On a more positive note, P-badger's final is today. That means no more staying up until midnight listening to lectures and grumping at us all evening. Woo hoo.
And I got two new dresses this weekend. One for the actual wedding and one for the reception we're going to in a few weeks. Good times, both were on sale.
It almost makes Monday bearable.