On Monday my summer home with the boys came to an end. It was July 16th. 10 weeks since Nolan arrived. Time for me to go back to work. While I'm sad that our time together is over, I think it will be good for us all to get into a routine. I need it and the boys need it. They were thrilled to get back to Busha's this week and willingly jumped in the car Monday morning. And I realized I wasn't dreading my return as I had in the past. I think this is because I like my job, I love working from home, and we still have our Wednesdays. I reminded myself of this over and over while on maternity leave, we still have our Wednesdays.
Last week I told Collin that I have a new rule for WeDay. A new rule for me that is. And it's one simple rule: No phone.
Oh, I'll have my phone on me, but no piddling around on my phone. When I step back and look at when we have the most problems around here it's when my focus is off of the kids. With the baby there are enough times that my focus is off the big boys - feedings, diaper changes, etc. so when I can focus on them, I need to. I don't know if this is typical or just me, but when I get on my phone and start scrolling though Twitter or Facebook I always think it's going to be for 30 seconds but inevitably 30 seconds turns into 5 minutes. And 5 minutes turns into pinching and biting and fighting.
I know I probably won't be perfect, there will be times I pick it up, but for the most part, my phone will be put down from now on on Wednesdays.
This past Wednesday I had hoped to go get blueberries with the boys, but after a dual doctor appointment for Nolan (who weighed in at 10 lbs 12 oz) and Hutton (who weighed in at 28 lbs) (Keaton, for fun, weighed in at 33 lbs) it was pouring rain and we promptly canceled our plans. It was probably a good thing because Hutt fell asleep as soon as he hit his car seat. So instead we picked up lunch and then snuggled in for Finding Nemo. Keaton stayed awake through it, but Nolan dozed off about a half hour in.
Once the movie was over and Hutty was up from his nap we decided to make chocolate chip cookies. It was a rainy, gloomy, dreary day. Cookies sounded perfect. The boys love to help me bake and cook. They get to pour in the ingredients and then stir, stir, stir.
And snitch, snitch, snitch.
After the cookies were baked and cooled there was some dunking,
Our revival of WeDay was a success. There was minimal fighting by the boys and minimal temper loosing by mama. It was a good day. And every time I start to get sad about being back at work I just keep reminding myself, we still have our Wednesdays.