Back to work

Over the weekend I heard several people remark how they dreaded going back to work on
Monday. The high of the holidays is gone, and the reality of the daily grind is staring us down. I wanted to feel something. But nada. What day was it again?

Well that was Sunday. Today, Monday, it was back to the grind for me. Seth is sick, and I had to take Jasper to the doctor for an ongoing problem that combines spit up and mucus. I'll just leave it at that. Jasper is OK, and we're just keeping an eye on the problem. If it persists, we could wind up with a trip to an ENT. The poor guy already saw a surgeon a couple of weeks ago to have a staph infection on his bum lanced. I'm hoping this one turns out to be nothing serious.

So this afternoon I had a crying baby who couldn't seem to stay asleep long enough to get any productive rest. After a rough afternoon, we took a bath together. As Seth asked, "Was that relaxing for you?" My response was that it wasn't like I was in there with bubbles, a glass of wine and candles. I was merely sitting in the tub with him in his bath seat playing with him. It did seem to do the trick. He was happy playing with his links in the water and after the bath he was chatting and smiling away.

The first picture is of Jasper just after his bath. He's got a funny 'fro thing going on with his hair after a bath. He got tons of toys for Christmas, but these little links are turning into a favorite. The second picture is just before bed. We read a few stories including his favorite author (OK, I've decided it's my favorite children's author), Sandra Boynton. Her funny stories have a sing-song rhythm to them that's just a hoot to read.



After Jasper went to bed, we ate leftover chicken noodle soup, and we're nursing Seth's cold with hot tea, cold medicine and a heavy dose of the whines. At this point I'm just praying I don't get sick, too. It certainly was a Monday -- even in my world!