I went by the office for a few hours to sort through the huge pile of mail that accumulated over the past month. Everyone was very glad to see me, which isn't always a good sign.
It would be nice to stay longer at home with the baby, but mortgage calls. I remember this from last time - it's rather a cruel irony that once the baby gets interesting, all cooing and smiling and lifting her head, it's time to go back to work. If I were in some European socialist country or Canada I would have a government job (being a doctor), and I would get a crapload of maternity leave.
Not that I would be the best stay at home mom, by any means. Bisousette has watched more Dora episodes streamed netflix than I care to admit. She's taken to shouting "NO SWIPING" at random intervals during the day. (Swiper the fox, a Dora character... ah, if I have to explain it, your life is much better not knowing.) And the baby spends a lot of time in the neglectoswing. But she loves it.
Crap, I have to go find my checkbook to pay the nanny for the week.
