It's time.

Ahhhh Laundry. Laundry, Laundry, Laundry. You are my mistress - I hear you calling my name day and night and my thoughts are never far from you. I came to this realization yesterday as I was doing yet another load, the rest all separated into whites, colors, darks and sheets/towels. I had this feeling of being able to conquer this daunting task of getting it all done.

and then it hit me.

I saw a little pair of socks, a onesie, and some tiny little pants on the floor in the family room - left over from an hour or so earlier when Mark had changed Zane into his PJ's. It hit me alright, something so blatantly obvious but yet the sheer simplicity of it had escaped me.

It will NEVER be all finished. There will always be those clothes we are wearing, the socks/underwear/shirt that was tossed behind the hamper and missed the 'last call' before washing time.

I had feelings of defeat and acceptance that this was an un-winable battle. So simple you say?  Yes, this realization had escaped this masters educated (x2) person with such ease. Ha, yes, laugh if you will. You know what this tells me??

It's time to go back to work.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE being at home with Zane and it has been such a blessing to have been able to do it thus far. Mark and I planned it so that I could be home for these first few months, always knowing that I would be going back sooner or later - that our savings would only last so long before the dwindling number on that bank statement would send ripples of fear down our spine.  When that would be was left undefined and I had no idea that something like laundry would send me over the edge. It might be lack of uninterrupted sleep, the taunting from the arrival of my Clinical Advisor  magazine, or just the nearing of the 'it's time' feeling but I am thinking we are nearing that point.


However, I don't think for a second that leaving this face a few days a week will be easy:

We will figure things out as we go.

Anyone know of a practice looking for a part time NP??