In defense of my job

I’ve been meaning to write a follow-up to my last post. A couple of points:

There are things about my job that I really like. I like the work I do. I like the people I work with. I like the environment. I’m not complaining about the job. Just the fact that I have to go to it and be away from Duncan.

I have been doing more in the last 2 months than actually staring out the window. I’ve had rather productive days some days (which make me feel really good) where I’ve forged ahead and felt glad to be at work. I have had some less-than-productive days which I don’t enjoy because I’d rather be busy and happy and getting stuff done and distracted with that.

Besides, my window overlooks a brick wall. And the blinds are closed now that I have to pump in my office.

No matter what I’ve been doing, I’ve been doing my best. I realize that’s not at pre-baby level sometimes. But it’s the best I can do and all I can give at this particular point. I hope that’s enough.