Well, kinda, not really…
Tomorrow I am getting my feet wet again in my college trained field of physical therapy. My previous job has some PRN work for me this week, earlier than I had wanted to start, but they are in need of help, and I have a servants heart, so I agreed to do just a few hours, 2 days this week. That said, its 12:30am and I am still not asleep. I have cried a few times, laid in bed with Elijah and cuddled, looked through his photo albums, made a brag book, filled my wallet album incase people want to see him, I’m a physical therapist by the way for those out there in internet land who do not know me. So yes, I feel incredibly anxious about leaving him, even though it is only 4 hours, and he will be sleeping half the time. I know that my passion is really serving my family. Motherhood is my ultimate job. I love my son, and yeah, this is tough…cheers…