hangin out

Alex and I had a decent day at home. He whined and fussed, I cleaned. He yelled and pouted, I did laundry. He griped and tantrumed, I cooked. He slept, I slept. Ok so maybe only the last of those was fun to do together. And the rest of them got done very piecemeal and half-assed.
I know staying home with a cranky, sick baby is hard on my team at work, but I wonder if they know how much I SO would have rather been at work. I am this close [ ] to have things done with 3 out of 4 environments that I would rather work late and this weekend to know that Monday, I just have one to go. Granted that won’t happen, daycares aren’t open on weekends or nights, but its weird to have the urge to work late. I haven’t had that for awhile and really, I kinda missed it.

And no, it has nothing to do with the transformation from sweet baby to tyrant toddler that is happening lately.