The Ultimate Test.

Scott and I went out to Ruth's Chris tonight to celebrate our birthdays sans kiddos. I secretly set a goal for us - could we make it through an entire meal without talking about the kids? Of course not, but all things considered, we did pretty well. Our table was decorated with little birthday sprinkles, and by the end of the meal, we were feeling pretty relaxed, so we decided to take each other's pictures with the table decorations pressed into our foreheads. We're sophisticated like that. I think I failed my personal challenge when I showed the maître d' pictures of the kids, but whatever. For the most part, we talked about my return to work on Monday, about different projects Scott has on the go, and about whether or not I'm going to be able to keep to my daily updating schedule here at Fickle Feline (the answer is yes, by the way). We talked about the different trips we are taking individually this summer (Scott is going to New York in June and I am going to Minneapolis and Chicago in July), and our mutual desire to get out more as a couple and carve out more time for ourselves.

Tomorrow is my last day on maternity leave, and I'm really not sure how I feel about it. I'm excited to start this next phase of my life. I'm looking forward to rejoining my friends and coworkers in downtown Toronto. I'm worried about Max, but I'm relieved to be able to take a step back from being so intensely involved in his day-to-day therapy. I know Cameron will do great at daycare, and I think I'll miss our days together, but probably enjoy her even more now that we'll have less time together. And this sounds terrible, but I'm really looking forward to drinking my coffee at my desk in peace.