In Which Owl and Kanga Are Both Thankful

After needing about 48 hours to process the work challenges I wrote about before, I set up a plan of action (with some great help from my husband and a few co-workers). Writing stuff down really does help codify it and, in a way, de-fang it.

I'm glad I was able to wait the usual two days it takes me to work through things, instead of flying off the handle at work. You'd think after over thirty years I'd remember that when things go awry, I just. need. some. time. Often my immediate, emotional response changes drastically once I've had time to sit with things.

I've spent the past two days pretty excited about the opportunities at work, and even ready to address the problems.

And so it also was with some issues on the home front; after two days of percolation (not stewing...ah! there's a difference!) I swam back into happiness.

All of which makes me darn glad.

In Which Pooh Has A Foot Rub

The two of us went to a foot spa today while a friend babysat The Small One. It was an utter pleasure. I found myself thinking about work during it (probably because my boss called my cell phone in the middle of the massage portion), but in a fun, non-threatening way.

I've heard other moms returning to work say that going to the office is like a respite for them after taking care of an infant. I do have to say that I feel more interested in my work, more creative and more ambitious than I have in years. The "break" must have done me good.