Ugh, when I was supposed to go back to work 11 months after Bewbie was born the idea was so abhorrent I put off returning next to work for another 6 months. What do they expect? Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition, and yawnin', stretchin', try to come to life.
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin', out on the streets, the traffic starts jumpin' with folks like me on the job from 9 to 5. It was all just too depressing. No wonder I quit to do freelance after 5 months back.