Had the sudden realization yesterday that I only had eight more days of works. After today, that leaves only seven left. SEVEN. How did that happen?
What is it about transitions like this that no matter how you prepare, no matter how long you think about it and anticipate it, it still feels like it sneaks up on you? Your first day of college. Your wedding day. The arrival of your first child. The last day of school. The last day on the job. Time doesn’t matter to these transitions. Awareness doesn’t matter. Suddenly, they are just upon you like a surprise downpour on a sunny day.
Hope I’m ready for this? How do you make transitions easier? What transition took you by surprise?
Well, it is official: they’ve hired my replacement at work, and she started a week and a half ago. No going back now! I’ve been training her since that time, and hope to finish up formal training by this time next week.
It’s a rough ride. Seven years of work, seven years of information in my head that I’m trying to pass along to the best of my ability. It’s exhausting. I’m bouncing around between workstations and projects, worrying about things I’d have done by now, but knowing it is important for her to get her feet under her. I’m afraid of leaving loose ends.
I’m especially afraid of leaving loose ends. I had an early labor scare over two weeks ago. And while Baby seems to be staying put, tomorrow I will run out of the medicine they gave me to help slow/stop contractions. I feel huge, and tired, but not at all ready for our new little gal to make her entrance into the world.
The plan is to work until November 30, if I can, to tie up some of those loose ends. We’ll see if Baby cooperates!
Days like today make me think that maybe, just maybe, I won’t go crazy being a stay-at-home.
Hubby started feeling really yucky yesterday. Sore throat, congested, etc. Middle of the night he climbed out of bed, headed to the basement, and didn’t climb back in. Stayed downstairs pretty much all day today. He is, after all, very sick with a sore throat, body aches, and fever. And I’m seven months pregnant, which means I can take virtually no medicine to ease any symptoms I might get. He is trying desperately not to expose me to his germs.
So I played single parent today. Sweet Pea and I took a (very cold) walk to a couple of garage sales. After warming up, we took another cold walk to the park, where she played for quite a while. Came home, had hot cocoa, played a board game, and then she napped. We had a bit of a fight getting her out of bed after that nap. But she painted a picture while I made dinner, and then we played on the piano after we ate.
And now, she’s in bed, without a fight. I miss my hubby, and sad that he’s sick. But I’ll admit that having this day to get a feel for what this might be like made me feel a little bit better. I know not everyday will be this good. But if some of them are…
I. Can. Do. This.