This week was my much dreaded return to work. Don't get me wrong, I like my job and I like my co-workers, but I have a newborn at home and when your heart is in one place and your head in another, your day is no picnic basket in the park. But, you know what? I have all the special components in life right now that makes spending 8+ hours on my feet all day (ahhh, the life of a teacher) a small yet satisfying picnic lunch box in the park. I have my mom, my superhero, staying with us for the next few weeks to help me out so I don't kill myself with stress. I have my friends who texted and commented sweet and sympathetic words of support all week. I have my co-workers who have been checking on me throughout the day to make sure I am not crying on my classroom floor. And I have a baby who welcomes me home with smiles, baby words, and hair that smells like love. I'm going to be ok. I'm going to be ok.