Cast Out
Like Adam and Eve, tomorrow marks the day that I too am cast out of paradise. Few things are better than spending two weeks with Bianca and Isaac, but doing that over Christmas can't be topped. As of tomorrow, Isaac is going to St. Bernard, a school right down the street. Technically it is not kindergarten, but it might as well be. He'll have a backpack and he and Bianca will walk to school. His daily commute goes from 1 hour in the car to 5 minutes walking. He'll have no more than 1/3 the kids he did in his class at Goddard. All in all it will be better for him. His last memories of this break will be of Great Wolf Lodge (post coming soon), which was an unprecedented vacation from vacation.
And Bianca, well, things worked perfectly as she will have the entire semester off. Undoubtedly she'll futz, because that is what she does. She can't relax, but futzing is about as close as she can get. And it is a huge relief off my shoulders as I don't have to worry about her driving in the snow or walking up and down the slippery hills of Worcester 8 and 9 months pregnant.
Then there is me. I go back to work. Plain and simple. I like my job, but no job can hold a candle to Isaac Anthony and Bianca Rose. First day back is, of course, a madhouse because there is no default other than that at the Public Defender. I don't have to worry about being bored though. Before I catch my breath it will be time to come home.
And looming over all of this is a simple fact--in two months our lives are going to change forever. In two months Pistachio will be here and everything that we have come to know and count on will be up ended. We'll be tired and delirious, but happy.
So as I am cast out of paradise, I look back with a tremendous smile at a Christmas break that was the perfect respite to the daily grind and the perfect lead up to huge changes for the Sculimbrene household. My only regret is that Nanna and P-Pa weren't here to share the time with us. But as compensation we got the wonderful, beautiful Madeline Helen Kreiling.
Welcome back to the grind everyone.
And Bianca, well, things worked perfectly as she will have the entire semester off. Undoubtedly she'll futz, because that is what she does. She can't relax, but futzing is about as close as she can get. And it is a huge relief off my shoulders as I don't have to worry about her driving in the snow or walking up and down the slippery hills of Worcester 8 and 9 months pregnant.
Then there is me. I go back to work. Plain and simple. I like my job, but no job can hold a candle to Isaac Anthony and Bianca Rose. First day back is, of course, a madhouse because there is no default other than that at the Public Defender. I don't have to worry about being bored though. Before I catch my breath it will be time to come home.
And looming over all of this is a simple fact--in two months our lives are going to change forever. In two months Pistachio will be here and everything that we have come to know and count on will be up ended. We'll be tired and delirious, but happy.
So as I am cast out of paradise, I look back with a tremendous smile at a Christmas break that was the perfect respite to the daily grind and the perfect lead up to huge changes for the Sculimbrene household. My only regret is that Nanna and P-Pa weren't here to share the time with us. But as compensation we got the wonderful, beautiful Madeline Helen Kreiling.
Welcome back to the grind everyone.