Good morning on my first official day of work! Though…it looks like I don’t have anything to do today. I’m waiting on them to send me some training videos. And the school teams and I have e-mailed a few times back and forth but because it’s the first day of students returning to school, they’re a little busy.

I still don’t have access to IEP online so I can’t quite browse through old psych reports and map out a testing timeline. And I’m not in person so can’t even really look through cum files.

So it’s my first day. But not really. Doesn’t feel like it.

Still, Ishaan and I went out with a bang yesterday. If it was going to be my “last day of summer,” I wanted to do ALL THE FUN THINGS with my baby.

We went out to eat at Wildberry and shared an omelette and some pancakes.

Do you ever have those moments where you think, “MAN, I’m killing it at LIFE?!” That’s how I felt yesterday morning. I was a little hesitant to dine alone with my little guy because, well, four hands are always better than two when it comes to supervising him.

But, with a little bit of ice, a straw and a lid, and then, eventually, the food, this guy was thoroughly entertained.

I was also able to enjoy two cups of coffee (and one cup to go!) and eat my breakfast without feeling rushed or distracted. And THEN, I paid for the check, picked him and my to-go coffee up, and braced myself for the fight that was about to come when I plopped him into his stroller.

I set my coffee down, pointed out the window at the park across the street and asked him, “Should we go play at the playground? Okay, let’s put you in your stroller and walk to the playground.” And then wham bam, we walked out of the restaurant with no screaming.

As we walked away from the building, I kept thinking, “I AM SO GOOD. I AM SO GOOD AT THIS.”

Obviously, those moments are few and far between. But it was real nice to experience one of those confident mom feelings on our last day of summer.

We played at the playground for a bit. Made friends with a 2-year old named Hugo. And then eventually waved bye-bye to the park to go to the Farmer’s Market.

I had some questions for the lady I bought my plants from.

Sullivan, our Monstera, has been sprouting these mushroom looking things. And, knowing my history with plants, I figured I was really messing things up. She looked at the picture and said something about the greenhouse being too hot and I just had to pick them out.

But THEN when I got home a few hours later, they had already melted back into the soil. (And, as I’m typing this up in the morning, they’re BACK. How WEIRD).

I asked the Instagram world yesterday and I got a lot of responses about the soil being extra moist and it not necessarily being a bad thing.

My only takeaway is that I am NOT killing Sullivan and my thumb is NOT black. Yet.

Which is grounds to celebrate and get a new plant, am I right?

So, this is Kiki. She’s a spiky succulent. And I love her.

Anyway, we spent the afternoon at another park. And then we read books and played with his blocks at home for the rest of the evening.

And also danced to the Elmo playlist. This is currently his favorite song. Savage Love has taken a back seat. Womp womp.

Now, I guess, we’ll head to the playground? Happy first day of work to me? Ha.