Tomorrow, I go back to work after four and a half months being at home.
Tomorrow, I won't get to take a lovely, mid-day leisurely walk pushing Evan in the stroller.
Tomorrow, I will get to speak regular English to grown-ups, instead of baby talk to a four-month old. (but I'm not sure it's better.)
Tomorrow, my time will neither belong to me or to my baby.
Tomorrow, I will probably wonder what I was thinking in coming back.
Tomorrow, I will wear waterproof mascara.
Tomorrow, I find out if I can hack this working mom gig.
Wish me luck.