I was bloody excited when I got the call. In fact, I accepted the position before we even discussed remuneration. An hour later reality set in. I have only 11 more days of "free" time. I have to buy clothes, shoes; get a haircut, pedicure, massage, chiropractic adjustment, etc. And then there are the more practical things, like getting my court garb organised and digging out the supplies I'll need for my office. I'll have to buy extra cloth diapers and prepare a big stash of food for the freezer. And I'll have to get myself and the boy into a more regular routine.
Perhaps most importantly, I have to cherish these remaining days at home with my boy, because they will be over all too soon. And for that, I am profoundly sad.