In four days my wife goes back to work.
She’s been off for almost ten months.
We, meaning her mostly, were planning on taking the whole twelve months her company was offering.
Then they announced restructuring.
My wife doesn’t want to be still at home when they get around to it.
Easy to be forgotten in the shuffle, she says.
I’m on seasonal layoff so it’s not exactly a bad idea.
I’ll just tell them I’m not coming back.
Maybe finally write that novel in between diaper changes and bottles of formula.