On October 5th, I start back to work. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it, because I am. I don’t know how stay-at-home-moms do it. I don’t know how Josh is going to do it without going insane. I love Matthew with every fibre of my being, don’t get me wrong, but babywrangling is hard, hard work.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to going back and regaining some semblance of my life PM (pre-Matthew) but the one thing I won’t be looking forward to? My commute. I live six miles from work and on any given day it can take me anywhere from 35 minutes to an hour and fifteen minutes to get there. Going home is a bit quicker as there always seems to be a red line train waiting to pick up purple line transfers. I suppose this is the price we pay for not owning a car.