I'm nearing the end of my workday, and that means that I have five (yes, five) work days left until I retire to be a SAHM. OK, maybe six, but next Thursday is more of a luncheon-attending, wrap-up day than anything else.
Today was exhausting. And I didn't technically do anything that could be classified as "work". At least not anything that moved a program forward or cleared up details on an upcoming event. I spent the entire day explaining what I do, program by program, to my very capable and well-chosen replacement as she took notes and asked questions. And it completely drained me.
I don't know if it was the constant mental activity that was so taxing or if it was the fact that I was basically trying to recount eight years of planning and programming (we got through about half of it today). But it was a hard day, and it has left me with a bit of anxiety.
It's not that I don't think she'll do a good job. In fact, she is probably better for the job than me at this stage because she represents a fresh pair of eyes with new ideas and a new perspective. But now that we've reached the eleventh hour, I'm starting to wonder if I can just drop everything and leave at the end of next week. It's going to be a challenge, to be sure.
In other news, Olivia is sleeping better (thank God!). She still wakes at night, but the last couple of nights I could tell that she was just talking to herself (not crying or hungry), so I didn't go in there and she just fell back to sleep on her own after about 10 minutes. I think she may be over the major part of her growth spurt. Now, though, she appears to have some sort of stomach bug or something because she is spitting up half of what she eats. No fever, no crying...just this fountain of recycled formula everywhere with no warning. *Sigh* The joys of parenting. Soon to be a 24/7 adventure for this aspiring SAHM.