There’s only two and a half weeks left before I go back to work. I’m not looking forward to it.

My job isn’t bad, really. There are a lot of perks to it. I’m very well suited to it. I like the people I work with. Even some of the people I work for are likeable. I have the opportunity to learn lots of new things, and the autonomy to fill the gaps I find in the manner I choose (hmmm, maybe I should change the title on my business cards from “Bitslinger Extraordinaire” to “Digital Spackle”). I have the resources I need to do the job I want to do, for the most part. It’s not bad.

However, when I go back to work, our family life is going to get a lot more hectic. No more lazy mornings getting ready for school; we’ll have two kids to drop off and pick up every day. All of the house cleaning is going to have to happen between 8-10pm and weekends. Dinners are going to have to be whatever I can get done in 45 minutes or less. The time after work will terribly hectic (dinner included) all the way up to bedtime, so I probably won’t be sleeping as well. With so much going on and so little time to appreciate it, time will seem to pass more quickly. Not good.

Between now and then, we have some fun things coming up. We’re going to see Cowboy Junkies as a belated 10th anniversary celebration. My mom & grandma are coming to visit, and we’ll probably get a night out there as well. I’m playing in a volleyball tournament this weekend with some of my crew. And there is still two and a half weeks left. In that time, I’ll have to figure out a way to make it not suck.