24 weeks.

24 weeks, thats…

a. how old mr. squish is (tech he’s almost 25 but whatever)

b. how long i’ve been not working at mr.booz

c. how long my brain has been shut OFF and I mean OFF

and d. how long my only priority in life has been keeping mr.squish alive, fed, changed, happy, and clean from spit up (that alone is a full time job)

Today, we shall put an end to this moment in time (moment of silence please….)

………….(still silent)………………………(it’s a long moment)…………………………..(and….)………(aight, done).

Now…let’s be honest; I’m one lucky chick because just because yes, today is the end of my maternity leave as I know it…I don’t have to GO anywhere. Right now I’m reading new client documents while squish wiggles and pats on his lil keyboard floor mat thing happily…this eases the blow about 100 times over, thank you yeezus.

None the less, maternity leave you were awesome. You went by way too G.D. quickly and I could get used to you all the time, but my rational mind is taking my butt back to work. Curse you rational mind.

But don’t you worry you loyal followers of mine (all 9 of you), there will always be time for excessive amounts of baby and puppy photos and obnoxious rants of the inner workings of my brain…always….