It seems that even when I am not working, work finds a way to stress me out. (I guess I do it to myself, by reading work emails while I am on maternity leave). Actually, it’s the school that is stressing me out. As if my days weren’t busy and stressful enough with a dog that has thrown up every morning for the past three days and a baby that fusses every time we get ready to nurse because the milk is not fast enough and then is too fast. Then of course, I am worried about going back to work and leaving Jude. So, work makes a pretty good scapegoat for all my problems right now (if I could only figure out how to blame work for breastfeeing issues).
I told Joe that I am ready to retire. Believe me, if it were a possibility, I would.