Ohhh September

Oh September how I have been dreading you this year. You see September is when I have to go back to work. September means my maternity leave is coming to an end.

September means my days won't revolve around this sweet chubby face.

I will be heading back to work where I can't have conversations with people while sitting on the floor in my pjs.

I'll be heading back to a place where I will not hear "Mommy I love you" a million times a day from a sometimes frustrating but incredibly sweet and loving boy.

My most frustrating part of the day won't be trying to feed both boys at the same time and problems won't be solved as easily as Colin "needing!!!" a snack part way through our morning walks and thankfully finding a granola bar at the bottom of the diaper bag.

I won't be playing in the backyard, reading a million children books on the couch, or making lego creations. I won't be kissing away owies, putting on bandaids, or singing yet another naptime song. Instead of using time-outs as discipline, I'll have to go back to corporate America ways.

But even though September is officially here, I still have a a little more time left; a little time left before I have to re-learn how to juggle a full-time job while trying to keep a clean house, groceries in the house, and clean clothes to wear. Before I have to remember what it's like needing to get everyone fed, dressed and out the door by a certain time everyday. Before the stress and unhappiness of work slips back into my life. But I have still have some time left and I plan on using that time to love on my babies and now wish that September 12 doesn't come. In my PJs, of course :)