Today is my last day off – 4 weeks of holidays have flown past, and I have barely noticed. I am a bit torn, because this holiday has at the same time been very dull and more exciting than any other holiday (or any other part of my life) so far. On the dull side, I have spent most of my holiday in my apartment, haven’t been out once (out as in going out, not as in being outside), and have not even watched anything these 4 weeks. The exciting part of course is my little son, which keeps A. and me busy for 3 people. Now that we spent roughly 3 weeks alone with the baby, the next stage begins – me going to work every morning, and coming home in the evening – leaving my wife and my son to tend for themselves. I wonder how it will feel, being back, having to deal with all those “important” and “already to late” requests, things that should have happened long ago or that went wrong, dealing with people, my colleagues, my boss. And at the same time thinking that the real important things are at home. Though, who knows, maybe I will be happy to have a distraction, and have “real” issues to deal with rather than musing about whether that little cry was “I am hot”, “I am lonely”, or “I am dirty”. In any case, it is good that it’s only two days to start with before weekend comes…
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