Wednesday was Chris' last day at work. He is officially in "Stay at Home Dad" transition mode. He said he is going to celebrate by buying a T-shirt that reads DILF (if you know what that stands for great...if you don't find a sexy soccer mom, ask for a "MILF" translation and calculate the difference.)
In any case, there's no turning back now - mama's going to be the official bread-winner. This has always been the plan. I am after all the one with the most predictable career, the steadiest position, not to mention the insurance. Besides, I love my job. But it's going to be hard to go back to work- harder than I anticipated. I will miss the smell of my little man's head, and the time that passes where we do nothing but make faces at one another. This is why I needed a rocking chair. I needed to create a place that was uniquely ours. That we could settle into each night; to nurse, read and cuddle.
So, on Friday we found a lovely wicker chair at Ikea. We paired it with a charming little end table we picked up off the street a few weeks ago. And already I feel better. More prepared for the weeks and months ahead.
I also find that having a place reserved for "baby" time - keeps me more attentive to the activity at hand. It's a reminder to be fully present.