Today was my last day in the office at my now old job. I'm working from home tomorrow, as I do every Friday, but I think tomorrow will be more about "working" and less about the real thing. In fact, I'm thinking I'll go see Juno.
It was a nice last day. I brought the twins in to make the rounds in the morning, then was treated to a nice, long lunch. I actually had a few things to finish up in the afternoon, plus a desk to pack and goodbyes to say. It didn't feel all that emotional, but it was draining in its own way.
Then I got to daycare to discover the Crabbiest Ri-Man on the Planet. We're still transitioning from two naps to one—we have been for months—and today was a one-napper that was too short. The poor little man cried about. Every. Single. Thing. That happened between pickup and bedtime. It was really exhausting for me—I can only imagine what it was like for him. I held my shit together, but barely, and by the time the kids were in bed, my goose was pretty much cooked.
But I did some filing and bill-paying and eventually I ate my dinner. I made this awesome potato-leek soup last night—so yummy and so easy.
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I'll leave you with this: I know I still owe the Internets pictures of the tattoo. I keep having "reasons" not to take and post them. I haven't shaved in weeks. I can't find my camera. I want to take the pictures in daylight to avoid using the flash. Blah blah blah. Here's the real reason: getting the tattoo was an intense emotional experience for me, and I don't feel like I can post pictures without writing about it. But I don't know how to write about it. I have yet to adequately explain it when talking to someone, so I don't know how to describe it in writing. I'll try, I really will, but I'm not sure when I'll be ready.