We ran in to a friend at the markets this morning - her son turns 1 on Tuesday (How time flies!!! Argh!!!). She told us that they finally managed to get their son in to childcare, so she will be returning to work.
I asked her how she felt, and it was a bit of a relief to know it was pretty much the same as me.
That she knows she is ready.
That she knows he is ready.
That she is just at the point where you do the same thing day after day after day and it's a bit much.
That she thinks she will treasure the time more that she does have with him once she gets back to using her brain.
(Perhaps this means our childcare acceptance is only weeks away...?)