Not thrilled about swapping our morning cartoons for a harshly beeping alarm clock. Not thrilled about dropping off the kids and walking out the door. Not thrilled that by 10am, I will be wondering if Ryan is crying, asking to be soothed into his morning nap.
I don't feel good on the inside.
At least I kind of feel good on the outside.
Especially considering that on my last day of work, I looked like this:
Please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cr.....AP......