I went back to work today. Yawn. I had to forgo the usual nap, though truth be told, over the last week or so, I had been forcing myself to stay awake during the day, and not go to bed until at least 9:00 p.m. It is now just a little bit after 7:00 p.m. and I'm ready to sink my head into a pillow and drift off into never-never land.

When I came in this morning, I was really discombobulated and generally had no idea where to start. Then there was the influx of folks coming to welcome me back, ask how I was feeling, and poke their noses into exactly what my problem had been. After about the 4th person, I wanted to just say, "I was sick, I got better, the end." I must admit that the interest was flattering but, because I am infused with a lack of self confidence, I wondered if they weren't just trying to get the low down on what was going on. The communication in my department on things such as this is basically nada, so no one really knew if I had taken a page out of Miss Spears' book, and checked myself into a drug rehab facility. Who knows? After all, I am from California.

I had 1,293 emails waiting for me upon my return. Yes, you read that right. It took me a large part of the day to go through them all. My boss, bless her heart (I owe that woman ALOT for the way she covered for me - no joke) had forwarded my phone to hers during my absence so at least I didn't have to deal with the voice mails. She took care of all of the problems, and those that had to wait until my return were meticulously jotted down on paper so that I knew exactly what had to be done.

It feels so good to be back (though I miss spending time with the girls), and I'm much more grounded now that I have some type of schedule to adhere to. It also helps me figure out what day of the week it is. If I were lucky enough to be able to stay home, I could develop some sort of a schedule. I would have to sleep with my calendar (sorry honey, but there is the fold out couch in the sun room), but with the inevitable return to work, I found it impossible to adhere to anything.

All is well though. The kids are back to dance and cheer, my husband is again, working hard on the flooring and I am once again, taking up residence in the kitchen. I didn't realize how much I missed cooking, especially now that I'm not living on Jell-O and Popsicles.