There is nothing worse than not being busy at work. I’ve spent the better part of my morning wondering what Cy is up to. What he had for breakfast? If he had a long nap? Did he go on the swing today? Or better yet, did he go on the potty?

Since I’ve been back to work, it’s been pretty hectic. I guess I sometimes forget that even though I checked out for a year, the world has continued to chug along. Things here at my ad agency have been busy as ever, and I had no choice but to jump right back into the thick of things the moment I got back. Even had to work my first weekend! I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it was a bit of a shock to the system – I’ve been changing diapers and pureeing carrots for the better part of the year, of course trying to string an articulate sentence together was going to be challenging! But it’s turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Being busy has forced me to stay focused on work (and my grammar) and not on leaving my little Cy guy at home. I conceived and pitched a promotional summer campaign for a national client, wrote three TV scripts for another, and put together some videos for internal use. And I didn’t break down and cry about being a bad mother once! I survived the first two weeks, and besides keeping a box of Kleenex on hand just in case, I am proud to say this work thing is working out – really well even – so far.

Well it was, until this morning. Because this morning I’ve actually had a couple hours of down time. This often happens in this business. It’s go go go. And then nothing. You sit around, twiddle your thumbs and brace yourself for the next wave of craziness. I’ve tried to catch up on the news (something about a really expensive fence in the downtown core?), made a list of chores that still need to be done (oh yeah, all of them), took care of some bills (paying for all those toys we bought Cy for this birthday is not nearly as much fun as playing with them) and planned what I’m going to make for dinner (tandoori chicken with apple raita sauce). That took all of 45 minutes.

Now I’m just sitting here at my computer dying for another distraction, secretly hoping someone will pop into my office to discuss ‘deliverables’ or that I’ll get pulled into some pointless hour long meeting about a meeting, where I can quietly sit, nod my head when appropriate, chime in with some ‘creative considerations,’ while rudely and furiously checking my smartphone throughout so that I look very, very busy.

Busy looking at pictures of Cy, that is…