Today is Friday and as happy as most people should be on a Friday I can’t seem to muster up my usual joy to celebrate the end of another work week.

Why? you ask.

Because, this means that I have reached the end of the last week that I get to work remotely 24/7, starting next week I will have to go into the office a minimum of two days a week. To say how much I am not looking forward to this is an understatement. I’m already having anxiety about it and I feel like next week it will just get worse.

I know that with time I will feel better and the anxiety won’t be as bad but in all, I know that I will miss my hubby a lot while I’m in the office. In the end, it will just make what time I do have with him all the more precious.