No more nasty worksies.

I am unemployed.

Ha!

Today felt momentous, beforehand. Leaving my baby, all day! I woke her up this morning to eat before I went to work, and she was soft and sleepy and I held her and felt all sad about being gone all day long. M left the house about twenty minutes after I left, and she was already asleep. She slept until Mom woke her up to come have lunch with me. I fed her twice during lunch--once before, once after. Mom took her home, and she got a little bit demanding--but not screaming--for a while, but she settled down when I came home during my afternoon break to feed her. She was asleep when I made it home at the end of the day. In short, she was an angel for her granny. I would have said a perfect angel, but she forgot what to do with a bottle while I was gone. She has never been a huge fan but she has always perfectly well sucked on the thing, but today she was chewing a little and looking like what is this new madness I have never seen such a thing what shall I do with it I know I will hold it in place with my jaws and both of my fists that will be pleasant, but when can I eat? Mom described it to me, using other words, and when I came to feed her, I offered her the bottle just to see what she would do, and that was just what I described. Silly baby.

This post was interrupted by M, who was calling for me to come see that Evelyn was standing. He was balancing her, but she was supporting her own weight. It was pretty cool, really. He then tried to teach her to walk. What was even cooler was that she started trying to move her legs, one at a time. I am not a troll here to tell you that my three month old baby is walking by herself but she so clearly was enjoying the attempt. How do I know she was enjoying it? Because she was giggling the entire time, at nothing other than herself standing up in the world. Oh, she is sweet.

Anyway, as I was saying. After I got started on the day, it felt much less weighty than I was afraid that it would. I was calmer about her being with my mom. I was comfortable with my decision to leave. I really love the people I work with. Worked with. They're both sad that I'm leaving and happy for me, and that's exactly what I am. Okay, I'm mostly just happy, not so much sad--I should be honest because it's not nice to lie to your journal. There are definitely things I'll miss, but of course the happy parts carry much more weight than those sad parts (obviously. otherwise I wouldn't be quitting at all.)

This post was interrupted again by Evelyn, who was wailing her displeasure, so I had to stop writing so we could give her a bath. It's our sweet little family bonding thing--bath time at ten. Did you know that motherhood is all about interruptions? Because it is.

So, I went to work. I cleaned out my desk, deleted my unnecessary files, threw everything that didn't run away into the recycling bin, and even had a token meeting about insurance with people named Karen. No, I never tire of that joke, the one about the Karens. I'm sure they do.

This post is being interrupted again by Evelyn, who is again wailing her displeasure. This time it's about the hungry, and I fully intend to collapse into bed as soon as she's done, so I must be off. G, D, R and K, who all read this occasionally--thanks again for lunch. I love you guys and I'll miss working with you, but only a little because we'll still keep in touch, right? :)