I was worried about not finding the time or energy to exercise once I came back to work, and even though it’s only been three days, I WAS RIGHT. The past two nights Charlotte has been awake as if she’s a newborn again, and I am exhausted. HOWEVER, my commute is making up for the lack of Jillian Michaels DVD’s in a fantastic way. You see, I am so excited to get home to her at night, that I legitimately sprint through my evening commute. I park my car on the street in Forest Hills and then walk to the subway, where I take two express trains to get to work. I leisurely stroll for the morning commute. The evening is a different story. I run out of the building, I hop on the first train and then I TEAR ASS to the second train. Once I’m off that train I run the entire way to my car. It took me 14 minutes to walk from my car to the train yesterday morning. Coming home? It took me 8. I was sweaty and near fainting, but I got home at 5:11! WIN.
Now here is where I think I’ve lost my damn mind. When I’m at work I am distracted and fine. I am relishing the fact that I can wear nice necklaces that would otherwise be a weapon to Charlotte’s face, and the fact that I can eat a hot breakfast and lunch. Then I get home and for some reason I become super emotional. Last night I ripped my dress off after the evening sprint, so here I am standing in my bra and underwear clutching onto my smiling baby. But the kicker is that this song my mom found has now become my theme song for when I arrive home:
I can’t stop singing it. So here I am, wearing no clothes, holding my baby and singing through tears MY MOMMY COMES BACK, SHE ALWAYS COMES BACK, over and over again. Perhaps I am a little nuts.