They say pimpin' ain't easy, and I don't want to belittle what must be a challenging line of work with untold personnel issues, but being a new mom and back to work is pretty tough, too. This mom gig is the hardest job I've ever had and he doesn't even talk yet. On top of that, indigent defense is, at times, not as fun as you may have imagined. Pimpin' may not be easy, but pumpin' isn't a cake walk either. Breastpump joke! So far, every morning has been an adventure in postpartum dressing. Those last ten pounds weren't really bothering me so much when I was still wearing glorified pajamas. I say 'glorified' because my rule during my maternity leave was that if I hadn't actually slept in it the night before, it wasn't pajamas. Put it on in the morning and call it an outfit! I also had a rule that the baby needed me to have ice cream pretty much every night. See aforementioned ten pounds.
Being back at work has been good, but really jarring. I haven't recovered from the massive change of pace or gotten used to not being attached to him all day. He does seem to be happy at daycare, though, which is a huge relief. Its fun to see him learn how to be a part of a little community. I hope I haven't derailed his social standing with the other babies by taking him in his costume on Halloween. It's a kill or be killed world in the infant room. That's a complete lie, but it sounds funny. To me. Here's a cute baby in a ketchup packet:
We did pitifully little for Halloween other than sending him to daycare in his packet. We didn't want the dog to blow his sweet little gasket, so we turned off the porch light and hunkered down. I'm gonna tell you a sad true story. Our pumpkin is still in the truck. Yep. We bought a pumpkin to carve and we never even brought it out of the truck. Peter, Peter pumpkin eater had a...poor introduction to Halloween. We'll do better next year. We'll definitely get him out trick or treating when he's big enough to bring home some chocolate. You can take that to the bank.