One Day Down

"How was it?" Chris asked when he walked through the door after work.

"I think it was good," I said.  "Andrew's sleeping and the nanny totally cleaned our house and did the laundry.  The only thing Benjy said to me when I got home was 'Can I have some juice?'  I forgot to pack Jacob's Tae Kwon Do uniform, so he skipped it and came home on the bus.  But I think everything went okay." 

"I meant work," Chris said, laughing at me.  "You know, your first day at work..."

"Oh that," I replied.  "That was fine.  I wasn't worried about that."

The last time I worked regular hours was five years and two kids ago.  Coordinating care for one child (dropping him at daycare) was a breeze compared to the logistical nightmare of coordinating the schedules of five people going in five different directions.  More than once, I questioned my own sanity in wanting to work part-time outside the home.  There was the transportation to arrange  (I can't drive the little misters if I'm at work), before and after school care for Benjy so he could ride the bus, and someone to look after the little guy all day and get the other two off the bus.  Basically, I needed a substitute to be me while I was off being Ms. Fancy Pants.  By the way, Substitute Me is a much better housekeeper (and she's spoiling me my kids rotten).

So the first day went off without a hitch.  The kids were fine, the job was great, and going to the bathroom without an audience was worth the headache of the childcare logistics.   I went at least three times today, and not one person tried to open the door on me or narrate my business.  Adults are SOOOO boring.  They never clap for me either. 

I think I could get used to this-- at least until 5 o'clock, three days a week.