I start back to work next week. As my final days as a stay at home mom approach, I have been feeling a sense of impending dread. How in the world am I going to get up at 5 AM and stay up for the rest of the day. I am used to getting up in the wee hours of the morning, but I have also gotten accustomed to going back to bed for 3 more hours while Davis continues his sleep cycle. The thought of getting up and leaving my little boy and driving for 30 minutes to actually do work other than being a mom has had me in a sort of panic. However, just today, I finished reading a novel that I am planning to read with my 4th graders and decided that I was a little excited about being challenged mentally again. Don’t get me wrong, this mom thing has been a challenge, physically, mentally, and emotionally, but in a much different way.
Tonight Tracy looked at me and said, “I think it may be time for you to venture out of the house.” He said this because of the scale in the bathroom. You see, we have never had a scale. Apparently a few weeks before Christmas I mentioned to Tracy’s mom that I didn’t have a scale, so she bought us one. This scale has become sort of a fixation for me. When we brought it home, one of the first things I did was weigh myself. Then I picked up Davis and stood on the scale, did a little subtraction and figured out his approximate weight (15 pounds). That was fun. I then decided that I would do the same thing, only weigh Davis before he ate, then again after he ate. After that little experiment, I decided to conduct some more using the scale. I weighed myself at different times of the day. I then weighed myself immediately before and after eating breakfast. Next, I decided to weigh myself before and after pumping to see if expressing milk changed my weight. Suprisingly it did. I even weighed myself before and after using the bathroom. I didn’t know a bathroom scale could provide so much entertainment. So, today I told Tracy I was running out of bathroom scale experiments. I then thought of one more experiment I could perform…weighing myself both before and after getting out of the shower. I am thinking having wet hair may make a small difference in how much a person weighs.
As you can see, I need some mental stimulation and the scale is almost exhausted. So, even though I am utterly undone about leaving my little boy for a few hours everyday, I think that going back to work may be a good thing.