The Dreaded Day

I am in such denial about having to return to work tomorrow, it's like I'm having an out-of-body experience. I cannot even begin to express my dread for this day. It's worse than when I was a kid and didn't want my summer vacation to end. I haven't had a conversation with Sophie about this so I'm sure she'll be blindsided in the morning when Mommy gets up and puts on work clothes instead of my usual yoga pants and t-shirt. I just didn't have the courage to do it because I've been blubbering at every moment this weekend (i.e. our breakfast power struggles, chasing her around the house because she's half-naked and doesn't want to put clothes on, attempting to put them down for naps). Well, maybe I am ready to go back to work! No, just kidding. I've had this conversation with many people and I just don't know if I'm cut out for this full-time work thing. I think part-time is more my style, if not no-time! I'm sure I'll be okay and happy to be back at work once I get in the groove of things, but right now I feel like I've forgotten how to ride a bike and the Tour de France awaits me tomorrow. Wish me luck!!!