Work

Because we're not independtly wealthy or related to Donald Trump, Oprah Winfrey, or any of 'dem dere Wal-Mart folks, I had to go back to work.

Yesterday was my first day back at Starr, and really everything went pretty well. I of course cried the night before and the morning of, but I made it through the day without sitting under my desk sobbing. Scott emailed me to tell me he checked on Payton, said she hadn't ate much, then the worrying began. I even thought about telling Scott to take the digital camera to work so that he could email me pictures of her everyday. I know, right? Separation anxiety, I guess, and despite all my worries, Payton seems to be doing just fine at daycare.

I guess my concern really lies in the fear that I won't be able to balance everything I want to be - an awesome Mom, a devoted wife, a great friend, driven professional, douting daughter, supportive sister, etc. etc. I may be just a bit OCD in wanting everything to be in order, including my life.

And because you'll probably look, indeed I posted this while at work. On my lunch. During which I made an interesting discovery .... more on that later.