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Hello you guys! I seem to have forgotten how to blog with everything going on around here. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Hope you all are coping okay?

Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

The Sunday Salon: The Back-to-Work edition

The Sunday

Work: I returned to work the day after Labor Day. I had fretted for a whole week about it - will I be able to hold my sleeplessness at bay, will I be able to do my work just as well as I did before maternity leave, but mainly, will I be able to last even an hour without my baby. When the morning arrived, I cried. I wasn't ready to leave her - I hated that I had wanted to go back to work, I hated that I couldn't work from home. Luckily, my mom is staying with us and is watching the baby and I am just glad that I am not leaving her with a stranger. But my mom returns home in December, and then I have to look for a trusted stranger.

First day back at work was actually quite nice. It felt good to be back at a place I liked and it felt good to be useful again for something other than nursing and rocking a baby to sleep. Since I had only seven weeks of maternity leave and those seven weeks just flew by, it didn't feel like I missed much at work so it wasn't hard to ease back in. The main challenge I have now is making my time at work count. I want to be back home in time for a feeding, so I will rarely be able to stay late working, which I used to do a lot before but should probably not do since I don't get paid for overtime anyways but the nature of my job makes it hard to make that reasoning.

Luckily, life doesn't feel busier yet even though I just returned to work. I'm still reading but only occasionally writing. I also picked up knitting this weekend, so it is going to be interesting balancing all these interests.

Baby: Shreya has reached one of the most important milestones (in my book) - she is now smiling a LOT (when we talk to her or tickle her). Those baby smiles (any baby's smiles) will melt any heart so now I try to do all I can to tease those smiles out of her. The next milestone I am waiting for is a belly laugh.

If this cover is unappealing to you
(after all, I ignore books that have faces
on them), then pretend you didn't see it.
This book is so engrossing that I cannot
put it down.
Reading: Yesterday, I started reading Louise O'Neill's Only Ever Yours and I love it so far. It is unlike most YA books in that the language is so much more mature than I have seen in YA books. That makes me happy because I have a hard time reading YA books without rolling my eyes or cringing at sappy dialogues. (Yup, I am way too old to be enjoying YA books. I hope when my daughter starts reading them, I will be young again!) I am a quarter of my way in but this book holds lots of promises and I'm expecting this read to be phenomenal.

Making: A pair of gorgeous mitts using some delicious Debbie Bliss cashmerino. If only I can find a long enough time slot to knit so that I can finish them. I knitted a good portion of them through my labor but now am having tension issues as my hands try to remember what it feels like to knit. I'm hoping to get enough time to knit some goodies for the little girl - as soon as I am done with my mitts.

Anticipating: Fall! The leaves here have started to fall in August itself (shudder, climate issues) and the mornings and evenings have been chilly lately. I hope we have a better Fall this year than what we had last year - when leaves fell before they changed color, giving the landscape an early winter look rather than the autumnal hot-chocolate-drinking-by-the-campfire season look.

Hating: My wardrobe. Some of my favorite clothes fit me no more - especially a couple that I bought earlier this year but didn't have a chance to wear yet thanks to the growing belly. Oh well, time to buy some new clothes and find the time to shed some of those pounds (later, maybe after the upcoming food-friendly waist-unfriendly months).

Today, I am hoping to get some shopping done and then a lot of reading and maybe some knitting as well.


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