The dreded day

Well that dreded day has arrived.

It's 11am and I have 6 hours until I am officialy joing the rat race once again
I have been trying to find exccuses for not returning to work. I know I don't have to, and Ny would happily look after us, But I like to help. Its part time for Gods aske! why am I moaning. Only 25 hours a week. It's a well paid job too. If we are going to get the 4 bedroom house, with huuuge garden, drive garage and an office for me! then I should go back.
Why do I feel so quilty?. . .
It's not like she will notice I am even gone. Most nights I start at 5pm and home by 7:30pm.

But I will  miss
Dinner time
Bathtime
Story time
Snuggle time
And bedtime . . .

The plan was to take Tula to work with me, but there has been a change of plan. My empoyers no longer want me to bring her to work with me. Selfish cold pepole they are.

4pm I ho I ho, it's off to work I go, I guess . . .





9pm I'm home!! I think now I know what a mummy kangaroo feels when its baby has left its sack... lighter in some ways but heavier in others. And always, always glad to see her baby