At least it is baseball season.
We’re all still alive and kicking and relatively happy here. I’ve enjoyed the break, but I miss being here. We are still the same family as we were four months ago, and we are very different.
Before my hiatus I was feeling caught in a rut of moaning about work. Most of what I have already said I could easily just cut and paste every day. I love being a doctor. I love the amazing women I work with, and the people who live in the town I am lucky enough to work for. I do not love being an administrator, and the past few months have only brought more muckity-muck type responsibilities and meetings, meetings, meetings. The scary part is, I have more or less settled into the role. I no longer feel awkward using my title or standing up for our little office. I think I’m becoming the Man.
Tim has made a transition from full-time baby wrangler/ intermittent freelancer to working outside of the home again, and it’s been tough. First, we made the heart-rending decision to put Josie in daycare two days a week because we wanted her to have the exposure to other kids for socialization and stimulation. From there, Tim had more free time to pursue the career that he had put on hold for our family- and boom! Suddenly he is overwhelmed with offers and work. That’s the problem with being good at what you do. A lot of people want you to do it for them.
And then, there is the J Bear. She remains sweet and goofy and funny, and every day a kiss or a hug from her makes my heart explode all over again. She is still my perfect little girl, but all is not perfect on paper. She has no idea that she is not a textbook toddler, but the truth is- she is not. We are in the process of accepting and adapting to this.
I’m glad to be back. And at least it is baseball season.
